Victoria Parker - Horny hot schoolgirl

Kristi Valentine walked along the second floor of Hastings High School. She was attired in her school uniform: pink sweater, short gray, pleated skirt, navy blue knee socks, and blue and white saddle shoes.

Kristi had just started her third year at Hastings. She was a beautiful, young girl with long blonde hair. She wore it swept over from one side to the other, and tied it with a rubber band so that it bobbed up like a fishhook and splashed down in a lovely ponytail off the side of her head.

She had an angelic, circular face with full cheeks and gorgeous lips, thick and pouting. Her sky-blue eyes were set deep and sparkled with an intense intimacy. Her cheeks were touched lightly with an orange blush and her juicy lips had been recently painted with a bright pink lip-gloss.

Kristi's sweater jiggled with each sexy step she took. Her tits had become mature, ripe, and they were full-blown against the thin, pink material of the sweater.

Her legs were as smooth as freshly waxed marble. They were perfectly tapered from lush but lithe hips that flared to her flat tummy. She was a five-feet, one-inch package of stunning loveliness.

The little skin she wore pulled in tightly around her classic ass, which looked as though it had been sculptured by Michelangelo.

Kristi walked past the classrooms on the second floor. One floor up were the teachers' offices, downstairs were a few more classrooms, recreation area, a cafeteria, the locker rooms and a lab. The school gym adjoined the main school building at the side and could be entered on the first floor.

Kristi was headed for Mr. Harper's office to speak with him about his religion and philosophy class. He'd asked her to stop by and discuss a problem she was having with his last lecture.

She bounced up the stairs to the third floor and knocked on his door.

Mr. Harper was a handsome, muscular six feet, one-inch man in his late thirties. He had sandy hair and a square-cut face, the skin pulling tightly across his jutting chin.

"Come in," he called.

Kristi opened the door and found him sitting at his desk in his small, book-lined office. Kristi stood in the open doorway.

"Close the door and sit down, Kristi," Mr. Harper said.

She did so and took a chair at the end of his desk.

"Now just what is the problem, Kristi?"

Kristi always made straight A's, and if she didn't understand something fully, she pursued it until she did. She crossed her legs and turned to look at her teacher. The ponytail slapped at the side of her face.

"I've been having difficulty understanding the area of sin and temptation, sir, and since I know you'll test us on it in the exam, I want to go over it with you."

"Fine," he said. "There are many ways to look at both subjects, my dear. The great philosopher T.T. Trott taught that there was no such thing as sin, that it was just a silly religious superstition. He also said there was only one way to deal with temptation."

Kristi had her notebook open and was writing furiously.

"And what was that?" she asked.

"He said the only way to deal with temptation was to yield to it."

"What did he mean by that, sir?"

"The great philosopher Descartes said, I think, therefore I am, and thus proved our existence. Certainly, if we exist then we're going to be tempted."

"And we should just"

"Yes. Just yield to it," Mr. Harper said. He paused, looking greedily at the darling schoolgirl. "For instance, let me illustrate let's say I was tempted to ask you to sit up here on top of my desk. Then I would simply ask you to sit up here."

"Why, sir?"

"Well, this is strictly hypothetical, of course, but go ahead, sit up there."

"Well, if you say so, sir."

Kristi laid her notebook on the desk, got up and walked between Mr. Harper in his chair and the desk. She faced him, leaned back and gripped the desk with the palms of her hands and lifted herself up to a sitting position.

"Yes, now see, that temptation has been eliminated."

"I think so."

"And let's say I was tempted to run my hand over your absolutely beautiful legs, then I would simply do it."

His hand gently caressed Kristi's dimpled knee just above the blue socks. First he touched once then the other. He ran his fingers calms smooth, beautiful skin.

Kristi was gripped by tingles of euphoria. An emotional sensation she had never felt before swept through her as the teacher's fingers danced up under her skirt and played along the insides of her fabulous young thighs.

"And if I were tempted to pull your skirt up, like this, I'd just do it," Mr. Harper said. His hands peeled Kristi's short skirt up over a thin, tight pair of pink panties that were packed at her pussy with a generous carpet of fuzzy blonde hair. "Then, the temptation would be removed, do you understand?"

Kristi was confused. The teacher's teasing hands tickled her thighs.

Understand? One thing she did understand was the bulge in her teacher's light-brown slacks. His cock had leaped to a giant erection, and it was thumping and pulsating wildly against his trousers. A sweet gasp escaped from Kristi's mouth. Her eyes were glued, to the vulgar thumping in his pants.

Mr. Harper leaned over and kissed along her thighs. Light, wet kisses. He rained hundreds of them over the beautiful schoolgirl's fine legs, his mouth open, his tongue licking at the smooth skin, up to the crotch of her panties where he lapped lewdly at her soft, muffy cunt. He licked it slowly.

The feel of her teacher's hot, wet tongue on her panties, against her virgin pussy, made Kristi shudder in a paroxysm of sheer, fluttering delight. She had never felt anything this exciting, this infinitely delicious. Ripples of rapture jiggled through her.

Her legs were set apart as they hung off the desk. Mr. Harper pulled his chair in, lifted her legs over his shoulders and wiggled his juicy tongue over her panties.

Kristi leaned back on her elbows. She had a strange, sinking feeling in her stomach. She felt light-headed, totally helpless. She didn't know the study of philosophy could be like this. She was frightened of what was happening, but deliriously thrilled by it, also.

"Then, if I were tempted to pull your panties down, I would," Mr. Harper gulped.

He thumbed her pretty pink panties and yanked them down over the rich, thick thatch of blonde curls between Kristi's legs. He eyed her beautiful clit as he slipped the panties down her legs, pulled them over her shoes, and threw them to the floor.

"But, Mr. Harper," Kristi said. "You shouldn't take my panties off."

"I was tempted to, Kristi. Now I have eliminated that temptation. I hope you understand."

"I don't think you should do this, Mr. Harper," Kristi said.

"But we're studying temptation, Kristi. You want to learn, don't you? You want to do well in class, right?"

"Yes, but"

"What if I were tempted to suck your pussy, Kristi?" he blurted.

"Mr. Harper!" Kristi exclaimed indignantly.

"What would I do?"

"Would you suck it?"

"I would if I wanted to rid myself of the temptation."

He was on her pussy. He mashed his face to Kristi's sweet cunt. His gooey tongue slicked up and down her clit. He licked at it greedily. He slipped his hands under her heavenly ass, clutched her chubby ass cheeks, lifted them up off the desk and held them tightly as he feasted furiously on her blonde cunt.

"Oh, it's ah, uh, huh oh, it's wrong, Mr. Harper. It's wrong!" Kristi babbled.

She had fallen into a deep swoon of ecstatic pleasure. Never before had she felt so good. Never before had she experienced anything resembling the shivers of delight that were shooting through her like rumbling thunder.

She watched her teacher gulp and chew at her pussy. He was a wild animal. He chewed he licked he kissed.