Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

Missy Martin sat in her English class at Marlboro High School. She cuddled into her desk, looking stunningly beautiful in a short, dark-blue jeans skirt. Her legs were smooth, still deeply tanned from a summer at the pool. She wore a pair of low-heel white pumps. Her legs were crossed and the little skirt skipped high on her lovely thighs.

Missy had on a tight, white tank top. The thin jersey material pulled snugly against her tits.

She was a sexy little package. Her hips and ass spread sexily on the seat of the desk. Missy had a sweet, round face, thick, juicy young lips that had been glossed to a glistening cherry red. Her brown hair was long, pulled into two slick ponytails that hooked up from the side of her head. They were tied with white ribbons. The bangs across the front of her forehead enhanced her pretty face.

She had her notebook open and was taking down parts of the lecture by her teacher, Mr. Maxwell. He was talking about the Romantic movement in American fiction.

Missy crossed and uncrossed her legs, then she blew a hot, pink bubble with the huge wad of bubble gum in her mouth. It was a perfect bubble, and when it reached the size of a lemon, she sucked it back into her mouth.

After class, Mr. Maxwell caught her as she prepared to leave.

"Stay right here," he said.

The darling young girl wondered what he might want. It didn't take long to find out. "You are not to chew gum in my class. I suppose I wouldn't mind if you just chewed gum, but you were blowing big bubbles. That's simply out of line, Melissa."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," she said, blushing. "I didn't know that rule."

"Yes you did."

"I guess I forgot."

"Well, just so you don't forget again, you'll have to be punished," Mr. Maxwell said.

"Punished?" she said, startled.

"Indeed. The new state law says a teacher can spank a student and that's what I intend to do."

"A spanking?"

"Yes," he said.

She was standing at the side of his desk. He got up came around, and stood near her. He was a tall, handsome man of forty. He had sandy hair, a rugged manly look, and a muscular body, even though he was lean.

"Just put your hands on the edge of the desk, Melissa," he instructed.

She bent over and put her palms flat on the desk. Her sweet, darling ass arched out against the tight jeans skirt, and Mr. Maxwell could see the outline of her panties against the tight blue denim.

He slapped her ass with the palm of his hand. He whacked her again. Then he slid her skirt up, pushing it with both hands along her thighs until it was on her waist, fluffed up in blue ripples.

Missy wore a pair of thin pink panties. She had a marvelous ass. Mr. Maxwell ogled it.

"What are you doing, sir?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"I'm giving you the spanking you deserve, young lady."

"But, my skirt."

He clapped his open hand to her rump, and smacked her lightly on the pretty pink panties. He paddled her for a moment, then he yanked her panties down to her thighs.

"Sir!" Missy gasped. "You can't you can't do that."

"Indeed I can. A spanking must be administered, and it must be a good one."

His prick thumped in his blue slacks. He was hard as rock. He paddled her fine ass with his open hand, sucking the smooth cheeks of her lovely ass.

"But you shouldn't have my panties down!" Missy protested.

"But I do, and I'm spanking you," he said, his hand now rolling in caressing circles on Missy's ass.

He slapped her fine cheeks. Then suddenly she felt a finger feather up and down the crack of her ass. She had never felt anything like the tickle that rippled through her.

"Sir"

He fingered up and down the hot, furry asscrack, and then he was between her legs. His hand diddled in the hairy softness of her pussy.

"Oh, oh, stop!"

"I am punishing you, Melissa." His finger slicked into her cunt. "Ah!" she gasped.

She was about to pull away, flee from the panting teacher, but that finger, the first male finger in her pussy, felt good. Real good.

"Oh, don't ohhhhh," she sighed, her ass arched up hot and beautiful. Her tits were like hunks of ice cream as they sagged against the tank top while she bent over.

"Mmmmm, how does that feel, Melissa?" he asked.

"You shouldn't do that to me, sir." But she couldn't stop him. His finger was like magic. She had never been so hot, so full of trembles. She felt wonderful. A sweet satisfaction simmered through her.

Her pussy jizzed and got all juicy wet. He slushed his finger in and out, faster, faster, fucking the darling girl's pussy.

A sweet throb filled Missy. She was lightheaded. Mr. Maxwell spun her around, and pulled her to him. He kissed her hotly. His lips were warm and wet. His tongue licked the delicious nectar of her bubble gum lips.

His hand slid between them, and he shoved his finger back into her cunt. His free hand slid behind her. He caressed the magnificent curve of her ass.

Missy was shaking all over. She felt the thumping hardness of his cock as he held her and pulled her closer so that his big erection was curled against her belly. His finger continued to pleasure her pussy. He broke their kiss.

"Oh, Missy," he whispered. "I've been crazy for you since the first week of school."

"But oh, sir. You shouldn't have your hand down there like that. It's not right."

"Yes it is. Don't you like it? Doesn't it feel good?"

"But, sir."

His finger fucked faster now, and she came.

The tingle of a climax ripped through her fast. She stiffened, then she was jerked forward at the waist. She had never been finger-fucked before, and Mr. Maxwell was doing it real good to her. He fucked his finger in and out of her cunt faster and faster as she came.

The sweet slurp of her juices and the mingling of his finger made a sound like perhaps she was chewing cum a slushy click, click, click.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Oh!"

Missy simply couldn't believe how wonderful she felt. The orgasmic tickle completely consumed her, convulsed her, and she shook all over as she came.

Mr. Maxwell looked into her pretty face which was now wrinkled with passion. Her juicy mouth was open in a big O. She sucked in a gasp of air.

Then she held her breath. She continued shuddering.

Mr. Maxwell slugged his hot finger in her juicing, creaming cunt.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Missy said, exhaling a long, low sigh of pleasure.

"Get it, honey," Mr. Maxwell whispered.

"Get it good! Feel real good, darling!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Missy mumbled, unable to control the ecstasy flooding her beautiful body.

Finally, Mr. Maxwell withdrew his dripping finger. Missy relaxed, fell back against the desk. Her jeans skirt was still fluffed up on her waist. Her pink panties were tight and stretched between her thighs.

She saw the huge bulge in Mr. Maxwell's slacks. She saw his hand unzip his fly. He unbuckled his slacks, they fell to his ankles. His cock spiked out a pair of white jockey shorts.

The sight of his bulging hard prick in the tight shorts excited Missy. She'd never seen anything like it, and she eyed the bulge intently.

Mr. Maxwell stripped his soiled shorts down and his cock snapped back and slapped his hairy belly, then it wobbled wildly.

"Ah!" Missy gulped, looking hotly at the thick, long prick that bubbled cream on the huge red tip. His cock was hard and smooth like marble, a full eight inches of throbbing hardness.

"I want you to make me feel good now," Mr. Maxwell said. "Take, hold of it."

"You shouldn't have your prick out like that, sir."