Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

"We shouldn't," Missy whispered back. "But I'm so hot just lookin' at you, darling," Mr. Maxwell said.

Missy saw the stirring in the crotch of his slacks. She felt a swoop of excitement seeing his prick rise so quickly. Mr. Maxwell quickly but used his blue blazer so his stiff erection wasn't visible.

"Come on, let's sneak off," he urged. "But where? You know all the rooms are open, and people are in the halls and, stuff," Missy reasoned.

"Meet me in the faculty men's room. No one will come in there," he said.

"I better not," Missy protested. "You know it'll be fun, and I'll give you some money," he offered.

"Well."

"I'll leave, and you come in a few minutes. Just walk in. I'll be waiting," Mr. Maxwell instructed.

He turned and strode off.

Missy sipped her punch. She waited until everyone was dancing to the new Cindy Lauper record, then she slipped out of the gym. She went to the girls' room first, applied some lovely red rouge to her cheeks, straightened her sweet bangs across her forehead, and applied a new bubble-gum coating of pink lipstick. She tightened the pink ribbon on her pony-tail and walked back out in the hall.

She turned a corner and came to the men's faculty toilet. She quickly entered. Mr. Maxwell was waiting. He took her hand and led her into a toilet stall, closed the swinging door, and locked it.

The place smelled of sweet pine, almost a winter-green liniment odor. Mr. Maxwell took Missy in his arms and kissed her hot pink lips, tasting the delicious lushness of her candy soft mouth.

His hands roamed down the back of her sweater and he plunged his fingers into the plumpness of her gorgeous, dumpling ass.

His cock ignited.

Missy felt a shimmer of eruptive fury, a heat, buzz through her. His cock curled against her. His fingers caressed her butter-slick ass. He wiggled his hips, and dry-fucked into her. Missy glued her cunt to his thigh and pressed hard, undulated against him.

Their tongues slapped.

He broke the kiss.

"Oh, baby!" he panted. "You're so damn fine, so beautiful!"

His hand slid between them, onto his thigh, prying into the press of flesh until he had his palm pressed to her pussy.

He gave her a good rub.

He took her hand and placed it on his hard cock.

She squeezed, and felt the thick, portly prick. Her fingers tightened. She felt the throb of his passion.

"This is wonderful, isn't it?" he hugged. "Does this make you feel as good as it does me?"

"Yes," Missy murmured, "it makes me feel good."

"Oh, honey!" he puffed, slipping her black skirt up into ruffles on her generous, young hips.

He slid his hand into the nylon gooeyness of her panties, his fingers pressing, tapping at her wet cunt.

"Baby!" he gasped, then sent his hand deep into her, pink panties, his fingertips gliding through the fuzzy forest of cunt hairs between her legs. He fucked a finger into her pussy.

"Oooooh, shit," Missy hissed.

She unzipped his fly and yanked out his big, eight-inch prick. The tip bullied her hand, and spit out a good of cum. She slicked the thick jizz down onto the cockstalk, trailing her fingers along the sides, slicking down, into his balls. She grabbed his balls and brought her other hand down and clutched his cock.

"Ah, baby!" he sighed.

She tickled his balls and squeezed them. Her other hand pushed in and out with an overhand grip on his monster prick.

He managed to pull her panties down. Then he pushed her back to the toilet. She stood in front of it.

"I wanna take your panties down," he whispered.

"Okay, take 'em down," she gulped.

He slid the pink undies down her tanned, smooth legs, over her pink heels, and took them off.

"Me you gonna let me keep them?" he asked.

"No, not unless you pay me for 'em," Missy said, standing beautifully over him, her black skirt up, her brown pussy looking scrumptious.

"I'm gonna pay for 'em. I'm gonna pay you, too," he said, pushing Missy to the shiny, black toilet seat.

She sat down on the cool stool. He spread her legs. He crawled between them, pushing her knees out. He licked his tongue along her thighs.

"Mmmmmmm," he mumbled. His tongue flicked up into her cunt. He licked the fuzzy, brown softness. Missy slid down on the toilet seat, her hips on the edge. Her legs were wide. She lifted her ass off the stool and swirled her hips, pushing her pussy up against Mr. Maxwell's gaping tongue.

"Shit, sir!" Missy throbbed.

He slipped his hands under her tubby little ass, pinched his fingers into the chunky asscheeks and sucked on her pussy.

"Mmmm," he mumbled. "I love suckin' your cunt."

"I guess you do," she blurted. "Suck it then. Go ahead."

He licked fast as a turkey tongue. She felt the grand explosion, the rippling tide of her climax. She pushed her cunt harder to Mr. Maxwell's face. He slurped her pussy with loud smacking noises, his tongue walloping at her lollipop pussy.

"Aw, shit! Aw, shit!" Missy cried. "Uh, uh, uhhhh."

She fell back on the toilet stool, catching her breath. Mr. Maxwell stood up. His cock was fat as a pork hog, hard as rock. He grabbed the cockstalk. He looked down and began stroking.

"You look so good," he whispered.

Missy leaned back, her body splayed out on the toilet. Her head rested on the wall behind the toilet. Her legs were spread.

She smiled and looked up into Mr. Maxwell's face, then down at his cock.

"You gonna jerk on it, sir?" she whispered. "Damn right. Jerk to you, Missy."

"Jeez, sir," she purred.

"Talk to me, honey," he said.

"What? What should I say?"

"Make me hot. Talk dirty to me and I'll give you a big surprise."

"Well… I don't know, like saying fuck, shit, cock, stuff like that?"

"Yeah," he panted. "Just talk to me." He jerked real slow on his cock. The big red head bulged with each pull backward on the bristling cockstalk.

"You're gonna pay me a lot more if I do, huh? That's the big surprise?"

"Yes… yes!" he exclaimed loudly. "Okay then… fuck… shit… pussy!" Missy huffed hotly, rolling her hips off the toilet seat. "Wanta see my titties too?"

She pulled her pink sweater up over a white bra. She lifted her big, round tits out of the bra and sat them up over the top so they looked colossal.

"Ooooh, honey?" he panted. "Titties, titties," Missy whispered. "Yes, yes, yes," he answered. "You're jerkin' off, sir. You're givin' yourself a handjob."

"I know. Yes!"

"You're makin' yourself feel good. You're fuckin' your fist."

"Uh-huh."

"Masturbatin' your prick."

"Lookin' at my titties and my pussy."

"Yes!"

"Do it faster, sir. Ooooooooh, yeah, like that. Wow!"

"Gawd, you're goin' fast, sir."

"Yeah, fast!"

"Beat it, beat off to me like that sir, you are really whopping that big hunk of bacon, aren't you? You're rally pumpin' that big ol cock."

"Uh-huh, yeah."

"Am I talkin' good, sir?"

"Yeah, don't stop. Don't stop, damnit! Keep talkin' to me, Missy!"

"You like my big titties, don'tcha?"

"Oh, yes."

"You like my young body too?"

"I love it!"

"Oooooh, yeah, Missy!" he panted, his hand jerking furiously on his immense prick.

"That looks good, sir… the way you're beatin' off like that."

He hammered his prick. Passion clutched his face. His mouth hung open. His hand blurred on his cock.

"Yeah, fuck it! Beat it! Jerk it. Ooooooh, shit! Come on! Come on, damnit, look at my pussy and jerk your big ol cock."

"Ah, ah."

"Am I doin' good, sir?"

"Don't stop!" he gasped, moving closer to her. He stood between her legs. His prick was inches from her face. His hand was hot on the cockstalk.

She swirled her tongue over her pink lips. She brought her hands up to her tits and squeezed them together. Her tongue was pink on her pink lips. She was beautiful.