Victoria Parker: The majorette loved spreading

He moved right in behind Sue, guided his prick between her legs, right at her nylon tops, humped down, spread his legs, his knees bent slightly, then let go.

The huge prick slapped up against the crotch of Sue's pink panties, throbbing and rubbing there.

Sue swung her head, dipped her chin, looked down under her belly, and saw the waggling hunk of prick, the big head all fizzy and bubbly.

"Jeeeez!" she whispered. "It's all slicky and stuff again, sir!"

He began a dry-hump behind her, fucking his prick between her legs, up against her panties.

"Don't you dare try to fuck me, Mr. Cavendish!" Sue gasped.

"No?"

"No," she said. "No puttin' it in me. You promised!"

"Yes, yes, my darling. I know. And I wouldn't do anything to offend you. Nothing. You are the wine of my life. You give me life, Suzanne! I love you!"

His big prick sliced between her legs, the top of the cock-shaft rubbing on he warm panties, sawing in and out against the crotch.

"Jeeeeez!" Sue whispered, still watching Mr. Cavendish's cock punching up between her thighs.

He layered her dress high up on her back. Sue reached down, grabbed Mr. Cavendish's delicious-looking prick, squeezed the thick hard-on, cuddled her hand along the underside of the stalk, then cupped it in her hand and pulled the foaming fuck-head against her stomach. She squished the squirting tip against her bellybutton, massaging his cock all over her smooth, tight skin.

"Oh! You doll!" Mr. Cavendish cried.

"Geez, it's sprayin' on me!"

"Yes, I know."

"It's just squirty and stuff!"

"Darling, darling!" Mr. Cavendish picked up the beat, rocking faster behind Sue, fucking his prick into her squeezing hand.

She squashed the pulpy prick against her stomach, the head in the palm of her hand. She took the bulb-like tip, pinched it with two fingers, and rubbed it all over her bellybutton.

"Oh, oh! Shit! Shit!" Mr. Cavendish cried.

"You like that?" Sue asked. "I love it!"

The top of his cock-stalk was pressed against her pussy. Her panties were gooey, slushy, spongy, oozing with her pussy-cream.

"I love you, Sue!" Mr. Cavendish yelped. "And you're gonna shoot out all that white stuff again, aren't you, that real thick stuff?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Sue rubbed the spitting prick-head all over her navel, still pinching it with two fingers.

Mr. Cavendish was lost in a spasm of pleasure. He rocked behind Sue. His head was tilted to the ceiling, a look of pure pleasure on his face.

"Okay then, go ahead, shoot that stuff," Sue said, tweaking his prick-tip, crushing the hot head against her tummy.

Then he shot his load, blew his stack, blasted those big, thick chunks of cum into Sue's hand and all over her belly. Big strings of cock-cream flushed from her hand, drooling down onto the coverlet.

"Oh, sheeeezzzzz!" Sue gasped. "Ahhhhh, oh God!"

"Honey! Honey! Oh, sweet, baby!" Mr. Cavendish moaned.

Sue kept a tight squeeze, pinching his prick-tip with her thumb and forefinger, feeling the hot spurts of thick jizz that shot from his prick.

"You are really squirtin', Mr. Cavendish! All that real white, thick shit! It's like glue!" Sue said as she looked down at the splats of cum that shot from Mr. Cavendish's big cock.

"Ah, oh, whoooshhhhh!" Mr. Cavendish moaned, his mouth hanging open, his head tilted upward, his face full of pleasure.

His cock thumped, throbbed, and shot more cum.

There was a puddle now, a big lake of cum beneath Sue and Mr. Cavendish. She still had his prick-tip between her fingers, pinching out every last spurt of jism she could.

For the first time in Mr. Cavendish's life, he had two climaxes. He had stopped shooting his wad, but then his cock tingled all over again, and he staffed cumming again.

"Ooooooooh, shit!" he screamed. "I'm cummin' again!"

Sue let go of his cock, placing her scummy hand on the coverlet. She twisted her head, looked back at the older man, and said, "Okay, fuck my panties then, but don't go tryin' to put it in me or anything."

Mr. Cavendish shot his second load all over Sue's tummy, her bellybutton up into her bra. She dripped cum.

"Ah! Ohhhh! Sweet darling!" he groaned.

Sue looked down, watching the creamy cum splizzle from Mr. Cavendish's slick fuck-stick.

"Okay, then," she whispered, her girly voice barely audible, "go ahead, go ahead, shoot that stuff!"

Mr. Cavendish pumped in and out behind her, his cock sucking her pink panties, the tip spitting big globs of jism.

He drained his load, then fell back on his haunches.

Sue rolled over and moved sideways on the bed, away from the pond of cum. Her flimsy dress rippled around her waist. Her legs were set apart, her heels on the bed, her knees cocked up and pointed outward, her pink panties soaked with fuck-slush.

Mr. Cavendish knelt above her, slumped at the waist, his huge cock dangling, the prick-head dripping with thick strings of cum.

"You shot that stuff all over my skirt, and look at my panties, looks like I just dipped them in a bottle of hand lotion or something," Sue said, trailing her fingers down on her tummy, screwing her little finger into her bellybutton and scraping out the puddle of jism.

She looked up and gazed at Mr. Cavendish's big cock, hanging there like a ring of bologna. She inspected his flat stomach, his manly shoulders, then looked at his ruggedly handsome face.

His eyes sparkled with desire.

He stared at the lovely girl, her provocative pose, lying there sexily, looking at her beautiful face. His cock began a slow thumping, a lifting, the cock-head bulging, throbbing upward in spasmodic jerks.

"Wow, jeeeez!" Sue whispered.

Mr. Cavendish's cock pumped up into a frightening hard-on. His huge balls dangled in their brown sac like a couple of big plums.

Finally his prick was as hard as it could get, sticking out like a big hunk of iron, the cock-shaft slick and creamy, the tip foaming and still drooling cum.

Sue stared at the huge prick. It jerked and throbbed, wobbling around spasmodically.

Mr. Cavendish gazed at her incredible beauty, her face so princess-like.

He grabbed his cock and pumped.

"Oh, shit!" Sue cried. "Honey!"

"Gawwd, you're playin' with it!" Sue whispered.

"Uh-huh, I know," he gasped, jerking faster and harder.

"You shouldn't do that," Sue said. "Why?"

"It's naughty."

"But it feels sooo good!"

She was fascinated by the way his wrist worked so easily, the way his hand clutched the thick cock-shaft.

"You're masturbatin', that's what you're doin'," Sue whispered.

"I know I am, Sue. I'm jerkin' off."

"Gawwwwd!"

He pumped faster now, his hard cock thick and bulging, the cock-head drooling.

Sue got hot. She slid her hand down over her cummy panties, rubbing on her pussy. "Yeah, do that!" Mr. Cavendish gasped. "Rub between my legs, like this?"

"Yes, Sue, yesssss!"

Sue rubbed her pants. "You're gonna have to buy me some new panties. I can't take these home. My grandmother would see 'em all caked and stuff when she does the wash."

"Of course I will, darling."

"You better."

"Why don't you take 'em off, Sue? Let me see your cunt."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, Sue!"

"I dunno."

"I've never seen your pussy. You've never showed it to me, honey," Mr. Cavendish said, beating his big prick faster and faster.

Sue thumbed the cum-drenched pink panties. She wiggled them down, lifted, slid them down her thighs, down her legs, lifted one leg, then the other, and took her panties off. She dangled them on one finger.

"Ohhhhh, Godddd!" Mr. Cavendish cried, his eyes sparkling with passion as he eyed Sue's luscious pussy.

The patch of black hair was thick, a luxurious bristle, a copious carpet of cunt curls, especially for such a young lass.