"You could?"

"Of course. I'm president of the PTA."

"I dunno. What'dya wanna do?"

"Just be alone with you."

"I could meetcha in that classroom down around the corner; the one on the left."

"I'll go and wait," he said, then walked briskly down the hall.

Missy went back into the gym area where the dance was going full blast. She looked around for Janet. She was dancing with Harley Faultmeyer, the fullback on the football team. She smiled and winked at Missy as if to say: Can you believe I'm with this hunk!

Missy waited a little, then she slipped away to meet Janet's daddy. She walked down the hall, around the corner and walked into the empty classroom. Mr. Sexton was waiting for her.

"I'm so glad you came," he whispered, taking her hand.

"What can you do for me at this school?" Missy asked.

"You just wait and see, okay? It'll be something you will like. Trust me, will you?"

"What do I have to do, sir?" she asked.

He yanked her into his arms. He pressed close to her. His huge cock thumped at her belly. Her big tits bashed into his lower chest. He flung his arms around behind her, dropped his hands and curled them around the scrumptious cheeks of her ass.

He kissed her. His lips were eager, impatient. A he-man kiss. He squeezed her ass. His cock thumped at her like a wild fish.

She got hot.

His lips sucked hers. He slid one hand up under her tiny black skirt, caressed her pantied ass, then brought his trembling fingers around front, and lifted the hem of the skirt, polling it up over her darling pink panties.

He dipped his hand between her legs, and rubbed her soft but firm pussy through the thin nylon. Her cunt was very wet. Mr. Sexton could feel the creamy dampness on his fingertips.

"Oh, you sweet doll," he whispered, his voice husky, low, passionate.

"Do you think you oughta be playin' down there like that, sir?" Missy whispered.