Like many teenaged ladies Angela Peterson loved the attentions of older males, and he or she took excessive pleasure in exhibiting off her lovely charms at any time when she might.
Angie had a teen Goddess physique packed on to her body. She was a pure blonde with glowing blue eyes. Her hair was lengthy and he or she preferred to put on it in double ponytails, as a result of she thought it enhanced the candy, oval great thing about her face. Her lips had been thick, pouty. Her cheeks had been farm-girl recent.
She had a dream ass that was excessive and proud, tight and spherical. Her titties had been the dimensions of ripe oranges, and her hips luscious, supple, and hinged to her physique completely.
Angie attended Winston Faculty for ladies and he or she was in her final yr on the non-public academy. She didn’t care a lot for varsity. As her physique ripened, her magnificence matured, she had goals of changing into a mannequin, an actress, or a TV anchor lady.
The darling lass definitely had the appears to be like for these professions. Angie had not one of the wishes of different ladies her age. She cared not for teenage boys.
“Ugly? Pimples and stuff,” she at all times stated. Angie was effectively conscious of her magnificence and really conscious of her physique. She had been ever since she was younger and began attracting the recent stares and gawking gazes of males and boys.
She beloved to recall an incident that occurred within the small Southern metropolis the place she lived. She was strolling down the road in a decent pair of yellow shorts and a darkish blue tank high. She had stopped to look in a retailer window, then glanced over her shoulder and noticed a person in a automotive gazing her ass. Bang! He slammed into the automotive forward of him. The accident and the look on the person’s face had been caught in her thoughts eternally.
Angie lived along with her grandparents. Her mom was in a psychological institute, and he or she had by no means recognized her father who fled whereas she was a child. Her grandparents had been previous, very puritanical and stern. She longed to be away from them.
Angie would lie in mattress at night time considering of Los Angeles or New York, New Orleans and different faraway locations, and whereas she did this she masturbated. She beloved the climactic thrill of orgasm and had been finger-fucking herself for years, generally as many as thrice a day.
She had by no means had intercourse with a person, nonetheless, settling for the thrill of seeing a person turned on by her flirting.
When she did showcase, it amounted to harmless teasing corresponding to a beneficiant present of legs, an attractive pose, like bending over, or being attractive at a motel swimming pool.
Angie regarded treasured in her college uniform. She wore a pay skirt that had pleats and hemmed out excessive on her thighs. This skirt was matched with a blue sweater, darkish blue knee socks, and blue and white saddle sneakers. She preferred to repair her hair in double ponytails and tied them with white yarn to boost the outfit. The skirt was tight round her hips and the mild high slope of her ass, then it pleated out.
She had not one ounce of fats on her tight, well-curved physique. Her tummy was flat and her waist slender, and this added to the supple plushness of her hips and ass.
She sat in her historical past class towards the tip of a lecture by her trainer Mr. Martin. Mr. Martin was his forties, slender, tall, and he had sandy brown hair that had not but turned grey. He enchanted her along with his beauty and his macho mustache.
The bell rang, and because the class filed out, Angie gathered her books to go away. Mr. Martin beckoned to her. She went to his desk. He walked to the door and shut it.
Mr. Martin had, been infatuated with the attractive woman for over a yr now. There have been instances at school when he had all he might do to say his lecture, to comply with his notes, seeing her there within the entrance row cuddled so lovely and attractive at her desk.
Simply earlier than the category had left, Mr. Martin had assigned a paper. A silent groan had gone up from the category. He was at all times assigning lengthy papers, particularly on the weekends, so the scholars must take a part of their break day to work on the mission.
He trembled inside and sat down. He knew he was about to take a really massive gamble, however he thought the thought price any retribution he would possibly endure if it went flawed.
“Nicely, are you going to write down me an actual good paper, Angela?” he stated.
“Nicely, I’ll attempt, however we now have a soccer recreation this weekend and stuff…” she stated, her phrases sluggish, measured, trailing off.
“You would be excused from writing the paper and get an A on it if you want,” he stated.
“I might?” she exclaimed.
“Sure, certainly.”
“Nicely, oh yeah, that’d be nice.”
“Sure, you needn’t write it should you’ll do one thing for me, Angela.”
“What, sir?”
He hesitated. “I need you to know I feel you’re a really fairly younger girl.”
Angie in fact knew this however had by no means had a person inform her so earlier than.
“Gee, thanks, sir,” she stated, blushingly. “Sure, sure certainly, you’re very stunning, enticing,” he stated, trying into her blue eyes. “And should you would pull your skirt up for me for awhile you may have an A for the paper and never do it.”
Angie was flabbergasted. Actually, she preferred to indicate how off and the considered it gave her a buzz of pleasure. “Jeez, I… pull my skirt up?”
“Sure.”
“That’s all I’ve to do?”
Angie thought to herself for a second. What might it harm? Why not? And get an A for doing it? She additionally beloved the considered not doing the silly paper.
“Nicely, I assume so,” she stated lastly. Mr. Martin breathed a sigh of aid and pushed again from his desk. Angie noticed within the crotch of his grey slacks a spiked bulge. “Then go forward, my pricey.”
“Like this?” Angie stated, and reached right down to carry the hem of her tiny, grey college skirt. She pulled it up over her tanned, clean thighs, up over a pair of candy, comfortable pink panties.
Angie held the skirt up. Mr. Martin eyed the best way the panties tugged at her crotch, pulled in there right into a nylon mound. “Similar to this, is that this proper?”
“Sure, sure!”
Angie regarded fabulous standing in entrance of him, her skirt held excessive, her legs encased in the dead of night blue knee socks, her tight blue sweater crammed filled with her spherical tits. Her pink lingerie gloved her hips tightly.
She observed the wide-eyed look of admiration on her trainer’s face as he gawked at her. She noticed the throb of his prick because it pulsed and thumped in opposition to his slacks.
“Marvelous, marvelous,” he whispered, his eyes grazing her agency physique, her stunning face, her teasing little smile, her panties, her legs.
Angie beloved the extreme look of want and fervour on his face. She knew the sight of her along with her skirt up actually excited Mr. Martin. She tucked her chin in and regarded down at her skinny pink panties, the blonde bulge of her cunt-curls urgent in opposition to the nylon.
She regarded up and located Mr. Martin unzipping his pants. He reached inside his fly and yanked out an enormous, thick ten-inch prick.
Angie gasped.
She had by no means seen a person’s prick earlier than, and to see such an enormous prick because the one in Mr. Martin’s palms rattling close to made her faint. The stalk was inflexible, clean like polished marble, and the cock-head massive, spherical, red-like a ripe plum.
Mr. Martin unhooked his slacks, pushed them down, then peeled his shorts down, so each had been on his knees. He grabbed his large cock, fisted it and pumped six quick strokes and the bulging prick spat out an enormous, moist load that spurted by means of the air and splashed in a puddle in entrance of darling Angie.
“Ooooh, you look good,” Mr. Martin hissed between clenched tooth.
“Sir, ought to… do you suppose… I can…”
Angie’s phrases light as her eyes widened. She watched him slowly jerk on the fats prick. The sight of the mature, good-looking man, pulling and pushing on his onerous erection despatched shimmers of pleasure by means of her stunning physique.
Mr. Martin huffed and puffed.
Angie watched in rapt fascination. The trainer pumped his squirting prick with an extended, sluggish herky-jerky. A shiver of enjoyment and forbidden pleasure tingled the woman.
“See how onerous you make my prick, Angela?” he whispered. “That is essentially the most admiration a person may give a girl, to have an enormous hard-on like this.”
“However do you suppose you ought to be.”
“What am I doing, Angela?” he requested.
“You’re playin’ with your self, sir.”
“Uh-huh. Makin’ myself really feel good to you. Playin’ with what, Angela?”
“Nicely .”
“Inform me.”
“Nicely, you’re playin’ together with your factor… your prick, sir.”
“I do know. Oh, God, child! Take your panties down for me.”
“Huh? Oh, no. I can’t?” She gulped, however a voice inside her advised her to do it, take them down and actually give the trainer present.
“I’ll provide you with an A on the following paper, too. And also you received’t should do it,” he stated, now selecting up pace along with his strokes.
“Oh, golly. I dunno.”
“I wanna see your pussy!” he barked.
“Nicely, all proper then.” Angie let her skirt fall. She reached up below it and wiggled her panties right down to her knees, then lifted the hem of the skirt once more.
“Oh, child!” Mr. Martin gasped, his eyes filled with glowing ardour seeing the candy younger cunt. Her blonde cunt-hair was fuzzy and thick.
Mr. Martin jerked furiously on his scorching prick, humping and pumping it with a wild stroke. The prick-head stored squishing out spurts of cum that splashed to the ground in entrance of him.
“Oh, Angie! Whew, jeez, child! That appears good,” Mr. Martin panted.
“Wow, sir. You’re masturbatin’,” Angie whispered.
“Uh-huh. Feels good. Masturbatin’ to you. Gonna cum to you, Angie!”
He fucked his fist wildly now. He slid down on the sting of his chair and beat savagely on his massive cock. Angie watched the motion and felt a brand new eroticism she had not but skilled. She preferred what she was seeing, and he or she preferred exhibiting the trainer her cunt.
“Lemme see your ass,” he stated hotly.
“I’ll should you’ll give me one other A on one other paper. I’U allow you to look,” she stated.
“Sure, sure!”
Angie rotated, pulled her skirt up approach over her ass and confirmed her clean ass cheeks to the panting, jerking man.
“Oh jeezzzuzz! Oh my! Oh, Angie!” he babbled, thrilled by the tight, spherical ass. Angie regarded again over her shoulder and watched him jack himself. She instinctively bent over somewhat to emphasise the curve of her magnificent, younger rump.
“You’re stunning. Your ass is gorgeous. It’s essentially the most wonderful… it’s… oh, Angie… you will have one of the best ass I’ve ever seen!” Mr. Martin blabbered.
Angie had by no means heard such dialogue, however she preferred the sound of his quivering voice, preferred the phrases he uttered.
“Flip round once more,” he huffed.
Angie turned and held up her grey skirt, confirmed her candy pussy to her trainer and watched him hammering onerous on his massive, juicy cock.
Angie’s pussy was spritzing. It had develop into all moist, gummy, sticky, and itchy. She couldn’t take her eyes off the best way Mr. Martin slugged his massive prick. It was at that second, when his hand was a blur, she rolled her hips, pushed and pumped out her pussy to the jacking trainer.
“Ahhhh,” he cried. “Oh, child. Darling!”
“You want that, after I try this?” she whispered.
“Oh, sure.”
Angie wished to stay a finger in her pussy and finger herself, make herself cum. As if sensing this, Mr. Martin stated, “I’d prefer to see you place your hand between your legs and rub.”
“Like this?” Angie requested, gathering her skirt up with one hand, setting her legs aside, her toes flat on the ground, her hips humped, slicking a finger into her cunt.
“Oh!” Mr. Martin gasped. “Oh, Angela. Oh, honey. That’s stunning!”
“You want me doin’ this?”
“Oh!” he cried, pumping like a madman. “You’re actually goin’ now, sir,” Angie supplied.
“I do know. I’m gonna cum to you.”
“I by no means had anybody cum to me earlier than, sir,” she stated.
The sight of gorgeous Angie fingering her pussy in entrance of him despatched Mr. Martin right into a dizzying swoon of ecstasy. He thumped his prick violently. He grabbed it with each palms, hammered with a vengeance, mindlessly seething with ardour for the lovely pupil.
“Fuck your finger!” he yelped.
Angie slicked her scorching little finger furiously out and in of her cunt. She gazed in amazement on the blazing jack-job Mr. Martin was giving himself. She grew to become misplaced within the thrilling emotion. Tongues tickled her. She felt the primary sluggish shudder of an orgasm that appeared to carry off, and he or she might management it along with her finger.
Then Mr. Martin got here. He convulsed in a spasmodic jerk, the drive of his climax yanking him upward on the chair as his cock simmered, fumed and burst forth with a stream of scorching, thick cream that hurled out excessive within the air.
“Oh, jeez.” Angie gulped, diddling her cunt with ardour. “Oh, sir! Wow!”
“Angie, ahhh!” the trainer cried. “Ahhh, Angie!”
He brutally beat his cock because it foamed and spewed cum everywhere in the flooring in entrance of Angie. She got here with him. The upheaving turbulence of her climax stormed by means of her in an orgasmic shudder. She was jerked ahead on the waist, then merely shook, her mouth hanging open, her tongue hanging out the nook of her mouth. She stared on the simmering cream that continued to pour from Mr. Martin’s cock.
“Jeez, sir… ah, jeez,” she murmured.
Angie stored her eyes on the foaming, effervescent prick as she got here. She was nonetheless amazed on the unbelievable frothing, squirting, taking pictures of cream. It appeared that his cock would by no means cease spilling out the large thick goops of stickum.
Mr. Martin fell again lastly into his chair, stretched out huffing and puffing, catching his breath. He was now stroking his cum-lathered prick slowly. Yet another goop dribbled out and splashed to the ground. Then he let go of his cock, and it stood there, a overwhelmed hunk of fats meat.
Angie rapidly dropped her skirt and wiggled her panties into place. The bell rang and he or she left. As she walked down the corridor, she smiled to herself excited about how a lot enjoyable she had had and all of the A’s she’d racked up.
“Jeez,” she muttered to herself.