But Mr. Park caught up with her. "You were wonderful tonight, Denise."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Park."
"You are wonderful. I haven't been able to think of one thing except you this past week."
"Geeeee." Denise smiled, looking up at the handsome man.
They were in the parking lot, winding through the maze of parked cars on their way to the school house.
Mr. Park stopped Denise, pinned her against the fender of a new car, and kissed her sweet, pink lips. His cock thumped hard and punched at her belly.
"Jeez, not here, Mr. Park!"
"God, honey, where?"
"Well, somewhere else, but not out here in the parking lot."
He rubbed her pussy, his fingers spluttering against the crotch of her uniform. Denise liked the feeling.
"Come on," she said. "In the school."
They walked quickly to the school, into the side entrance, and Denise led Mr. Park to the biology lab. It was open and empty.
"In here," she whispered.
"Take that little uniform off," Mr. Park said.
Denise unzipped it in the back, then wiggled it over her hips, down her legs, around her white boots, and left it in a red puddle on the floor.
"Ohhhhhh, Denise!" Mr. Park sighed, admiring her young body.
She looked cute in her majorette hat, the black brim down on her forehead, the straps in a tight cut across her fresh cheeks.
Mr. Park got down on his knees, turned Denise around, cupped her marvelous ass, spread the cheeks, then licked up and down her asscrack.
Denise shuddered.
Then he licked her asshole. The tip of his tongue twirled at the tight bud.
"Awwwww, gawwwwwd!" Denise cried. Denise was in paradise. She didn't know how it happened, but somehow Mr. Park ended up stretched out on the hardwood floor of the lab, and she was sitting on his face.
His tongue fucked her ass.
"Jeeeeez, I'm sittin' on your face!" Denise whispered.
Mr. Park's prick was out of his fly, sticking up hard and long.
Denise bent over and clutched it with her right hand. She jerked slowly while Mr. Park nibbled her asshole.
Denise pumped harder. She loved the feel of his prick in her hand. It was so squirty and juicy. She also loved the way his lewd tongue lapped at her ass.
"You're eatin' my shitter!" she whispered, lost in erotic enjoyment. "Eatin' my shitter!"
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm!" mumbled Mr. Park.
Denise jerked his cock faster. She had a good hot jack-stroke going.
She came quickly and lost all sense of decorum. She jerked wildly on the man's hard cock. He started squirting.
While they were cumming, Mr. Park managed to get Denise beneath him. He mounted her young teen body, and then he shoved her some cock.
She lay back on the floor, her majorette hat swishing around, her legs cocked open, her boots flat to the floor.
Mr. Park fucked her.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, Mr. Park! Shit! You're fuckin' me!" Denise yelped.
"Yes!"
His ass pounded. His prick fucked her cunt. Good, hot, fucking friction.
"Ah, it's so darn big in there!" Denise gasped.
"Keep fuckin'," Mr. Park said.
Denise squirmed under him, then remembered Libby and how she had lain beneath Danny. She lifted her legs and hooked them around Mr. Park, her boots high in the air. She started bumping up and down on the floor, her fine ass plopping against the hardwood with sweet thuds. She loved to fuck. This was wonderful, she thought. This was fabulous. She fucked furiously at Mr. Park.
Mr. Park slid his hands under Denise's beautiful ass, cupping her asscheeks, then fucked harder. She pumped with him, meeting the thrusts of his cock with rolls of her little pussy.
"God, you're good!" Mr. Park panted.
"Oh, sir."
"We're fuckin' good, real good!"
"I know, sir! I know we are! We're fuckin' real good!"
He kissed her.
Their lips were hot, wet, succulent. The fucking was hot, wet, succulent. The sound of his prick squishing in and out of her pussy filled the lab.
Then he came. A spray of thick spunk flooded into Denise's pussy. His cock throbbed and bulged. She came with him, clinging to his body, arched up off the floor.
Mr. Park fucked furiously. He pumped his load into Denise, then slumped on top of her.
"We gotta get back to the game," she whispered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You sure Mr. Cavendish wants to?"
Sue was questioning Denise about a proposed date they had for that evening.
"Yes, he said to come over to his house after dark, knock at the back door and he'd let us in."
"And he's going to change all the grades on my report card to A's. He promised?"
"Yes."
"Well, God! Why not?" Sue smiled.
"Let's dress up real sexy and go over there and really turn him on."
"Yeah, let's make him pant for us like your aunt did to Danny."
"Yeahhhh," Sue said lewdly.
The girls dressed up that night, Denise in a black mini, a white tank top that left a slit of her belly showing, and white heels.
Sue wore a black dress with white polka dots on it. It was tight at the chest and waist, then flared out in sexy pleats. She also wore white high-heels.
They went to Mr. Cavendish's house. His wife was gone for the evening, and he was waiting for them when they knocked at his back door.
"Come in, girls, come in."
They followed him to the living room. He went to the bar and fixed a drink.
"Can I give you girls something?" he asked.
They had Cokes and stood at the bar as Mr. Cavendish came around to their side.
Denise took a sip of Coke, put her glass on the bar, turned to the handsome principal, lifted her little skirt and showed him her tight yellow panties.
"This is what you wanna see, huh?" Sue whispered.
"Oh, yes!" Mr. Cavendish gasped.
Sue lifted her dress, showed her nylons, the garter belt, the straps, her pink panties.
"Oh, yes, girls! Wonderful! Wonderful!" he moaned.
"And my pussy, too," Denise said. "You wanna see that, too."
She peeled her yellow panties down and let Mr. Cavendish see her sweet cunt. Sue hesitated because Mr. Cavendish immediately went to Denise and knelt down. He kissed her cunt.
"Ah, now, naughty, naughty," Denise said.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" Mr. Cavendish moaned.
Denise stepped back. "You shouldn't be kissin' my pussy, Mr. Cavendish."
"Oh, but dear."
"Well, you already made a deal for me to get A's. Now you gotta make a deal with Sue."
"Yeah, with me," Sue said. "I want you to change my grades, too, Mr. Cavendish."
She stood sexily with her skirt up.
Mr. Cavendish got up from the floor. "Yes, yes, Sue, yes. We must change your grades to A's, too."
"So?" Sue asked.
Mr. Cavendish led the girls to a bedroom with a big bed covered by a pink spread.
"I want you up on the bed, up on your hands and knees, Sue," Mr. Cavendish said.
Denise walked to the corner of the room, and she took a chair there. She decided to watch, stay quiet and do some serious finger-fucking.
Sue crawled up on the bed, placed her hands out flat on the spread, lifted to her knees, her magnificent ass undulating erotically under her thin dress.
She slid her knees on the pink, satin coverlet, and assumed a beautiful position on her hands and knees.
Mr. Cavendish licked his chops. Sue looked over her shoulder, stuck her tongue out, slid it to the corner of her mouth and hooked it back into a dimple on her cheek.
"Like this, Mr. Cavendish?" she asked.
"God, yes!" he hissed.
He moved to the bed behind her and fondly fingered the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, puffing it up over her dark nylons, over the white garter-straps that slashed into her marble-smooth thighs as they dipped to the top of the nylons where they hooked up in a tight pull.