Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

"Well… I…" Mr. Maxwell stuttered.

Mr. Hope's eyes were big and round, glazed with admiration for lovely Missy. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her darling bangs on her forehead, her pink glistening lips, her orange-rouged cheeks.

Mr. Maxwell said, "Oh, hell, I'm gonna lose my job anyway, let's keep fuckin' Melissa."

"But… but he'll kick me out of school."

"Now, now," Mr. Hope said, "perhaps you are both jumping to conclusions here."

He was a portly man of fifty-one. He had wavy gray hair and wore a three-piece gray suit with shining black shoes. He moved around the fucking duo and dropped his pants. His jockey shorts bulged with a hard cock.

He stripped down his shorts and sat down on the toilet. He spread his legs. Missy was between them. His thick, fat horrendously long cock pistoned out.

"Oooooh, jeez!" Missy gasped.

"Perhaps I could join in the fun," Mr. Hope said.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Maxwell huffed, starting his fuck stroke again, hammering his deadly prick into Missy's pussy. He was up straight, on his knees behind her.

"Mr. Maxwell was dog fuckin' me," Missy said.

"I see that," Mr. Hope said. "Why don't you dog-lick my prick, young lady… er, what was your name?"

"Missy."

"Yes, Missy. You could…"

Missy grabbed his huge thirteen-inch prick. "This is too big. It'd take me all day to lick it, sir," Missy whispered.

She pulled down on the long cock stalk. She backed her ass at Mr. Maxwell and licked her tongue over Mr. Hope's prick. Her tingling titillation, the twirl of her tongue made the principal shiver with delight.

Mr. Maxwell humped harder.

"Oh, you guys," Missy moaned. "Oh, jeez!" She sucked Mr. Hope's prick into her mouth.

"Ahhhhhaaaa!" Mr. Hope wailed.

"Ooooooh, yeah," Mr. Maxwell said.

Missy rolled her hips, bucked her ass at Mr. Maxwell and sucked fuckingly on Mr. Hope's horse prick.

She didn't remember much of what happened, only that she began to cum, and it seemed that her climax lasted gloriously forever. Mr. Hope squirted a load of cum into her mouth, and at the same time Mr. Maxwell unleashed a hot shot fuck-cum into her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she whimpered, taking Mr. Hope's cock out of her mouth, pumping hard on the long cockstalk, letting him shoot his lard-load at her face.

Missy left school that day wondering about Mr. Hope, the principal. Surely he wouldn't cause her any trouble at school. Would he?

She walked down the hall and Janet caught up with her. "Hey it's Friday. Don't-cha love it. No school tomorrow, and I'm havin' a slumber party at my house. You gonna come?"

"Sure," Missy said, "well, if my grandmother will let me."

"Oh, sure she will."

"I'll call you when I get home and let you know."

Missy walked home. Her grandmother was sitting in her rocking chair knitting.

"I'd like to go to a slumber party tonight at one of my girl friend's."

Her grandmother looked up. Her glasses were low on her nose. "Oh?" she said.

"Yes, Janet Sexton."

"I don't think so. You don't need to do that."

"Oh, but I want to, Grandma, besides her daddy is president of the PTA."

"Oh, well… I guess it's okay then, but you be well-mannered. You be a good girl."

"Of course I will," Missy said.

That night Missy put on a pair of tight, faded jeans, a dark blue sweater, her blue and white school jacket, and walked to Janet's house six blocks away.

She took her overnight bag with her, her nightie, her fixings.

Janet met her at the door and took her through the house up to the bedroom. "Oh, there's Daddy. He's in the den watching a football game. Daddy, you remember Missy Martin. You met her at the dance."

"Indeed," Mr. Sexton said, standing up.

Missy smiled, thinking about how Mr. Sexton had been the first man to ever fuck her. "Hi, sir!"

"Hello, Missy. You girls have a good time," Mr. Sexton said, and sat back down.

They went upstairs and Janet introduced Missy to Laurie Dufault, Julie Twining, and Jackie Jorgenson, who were also invited to the slumber party – all students at Marlboro High.

The girls changed into nighties and lingerie, all of them showing off in front of the mirror, vamping for each other.

"I got you guys to bring sexy stuff, huh?" Janet said.

Missy slipped into a sexy, stretch-lace camisole with such soft lace that it caressed her curves beautifully, and pulled in around her big tits and her tight, fiat belly. Romantic touches of applique and lace accent enhanced the garment which was thin, white, and stretchy on her fine body. She added a matching cotton-lined G-string through which her brown pussy was plainly visible.

She slipped a pink nightgown over this combination. She looked delightful. She combed her hair out, let it fail on her shoulders, then tied a white ribbon under the fall, around the top of her head so her hair banged out in a wave on her forehead.

"Here, I've got a pair of white high heels that will go with that," Janet said.

Missy slipped them on.

All the girls dressed sexy and lounged around on the bed. They watched Friday Night Videos, then tuned to Janet's cable TV and caught a horror movie on HBO.

"My dad said we had to cool it by three a.m.," Janet said.

"No noise, or do we have to go to bed?" Laurie asked.

"No noise," Janet said.

The girls cooled it, and continued to talk, giggle, and carry on.

Finally, around four a.m., the girls became sleepy. Laurie fell asleep, then Jackie. Janet and Missy talked awhile.

"I'm goin' to bed," Janet said.

"Me, too," Missy said.

All four girls were crumpled together on Janet's big bed. Missy couldn't sleep. She knew Mr. Sexton was awake somewhere in the house, waiting to see her. She just knew it. She also knew he probably would give her a lot of money to play with his big prick. She lifted the covers and slipped out of bed.

She walked down the stairs in her white stretch-top camisole that looked like a merry widow without all the buttons, straps, etc. Her white G-string clutched at her cunt, cut high on the cheeks of her darling ass.

Her footsteps were light and silent as she went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Mr. Sexton was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd come down," he whispered.

"Well, I thought maybe you might wanna see me, sir, but I don't have much time, you know. I mean the girls are all upstairs and stuff."

"Come here," he said.

She walked over to him, and he pulled her glorious young body to him. He was nude under a satin-like red robe.

He kissed her hotly, hard on the lips. Then he backed off and admired her young loveliness, in her white lace.

"Oh, Missy," he gulped. "I've been thinking about you since that night at the dance."

"Yeah, when you took me in that room and did it to me, sir."

"Oh, yes," he said, sliding his hand down into the soft lace of her G-string panties, rubbing his fingers on her cunt.

His cock leaped to a huge hard-on. His full ten hot inches throbbed against Missy. He took her hand and placed it on his erection.

"It's real big again, sir," she whispered. "Oh, darling," he mumbled, slipping his hand into, her G-string, fingering her pussy.

"No, sit," Missy sighed. "We can't. Not with all the girls upstairs and stuff."

"You want to, you know you do," he said.

"But you're the PTA guy."

"I'll pay you. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Well, I'd have to have a hundred dollars, sir. I could beat you off if you wanted me to."

"Yes, yes!" he gulped.

Mr. Sexton took his robe, off and stood against the kitchen table nude, his ten-inch cock sticking out like an iron bar. Missy rolled her fingers along the thick, hard cockstalk. Mr.