Victoria Parker: The cheerleader blew it

"You're gonna make me cum, darling," he whined.

Suzy looked up at him quizzically. She pulled off his prick.

"You're gonna make me feel like you felt a while ago, when I sucked your pussy."

"Oh, yeah… that was wonderful, Mr. Holiday… you gonna feel like that now?"

"I'm gonna squirt off. Jerk on my cock for me."

"I don't know how, sir."

"Like this," he said, grabbing his cock, and beginning a slow pump.

Suzy eyed this action in wonderment. "Wow!" she whispered hotly.

"You're masturbating, huh, sir?"

"Yes… and you can do it for me so that I feel real good, and so that I shoot off."

His hand made slick gooey sounds as he pumped his prick.

"Wow… jeez, sir… that looks good, what you're doin'," Suzy gulped.

He pumped faster. "You do it for me," he panted.

Suzy clutched both hands on his huge prick; she began as slow as she could, then picked up speed once she got the hang of it, pumped harder, faster. Then it happened.

"Oh, Suzy!" he screeched.

His prick sprayed. Big streams of cream spewed from the cockhead.

"Oooofffff," Suzy huffed. "Ah, here it goes!"

"Ah, oooooohhhhh, Suzanne!" he gasped. The steady spray of cream splashed all over Suzy's chin, her pink lips, her cheeks, her pink sweater, her blue bra, her tits, and she was soaked with his generous load.

She jerked faster now, her hands slick with cream so that they glided effortlessly up and down the incredibly big cock. She squeezed as she jerked, and his prick squirted even more jizz at her.

"Whew… wow!" she exclaimed, her eyes glued to the eruption of cream shooting from the big prick.

"Oh, baby… honey!" Mr. Holiday gulped.

"Golly, sir, it's just shootin' all over… are you feelin' good?"

"Yes. Yes I am!" he moaned. "So good, Suzy. So damn good!"

Suzy milked him dry, milked him until the last tear of cum dribbled out of the ripe cockhead and spilled down onto her white caked hands.

"Oh," Mr. Holiday sighed, falling limp in the chair, his breath gulping in short steamy jerks.

Suzy kept a clutched grip on his cock, felt it soften in her little hands, and she loved the seeming power she held over her teacher.

"That was really something, sir," she whispered. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"Did you like it, Suzy?"

"Yeah. Wow, when you get that feeling it just shoots all over, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does."

"Wow! I got gooey stuff all over me."

"There's a box of Kleenex on the desk, dear." Suzy stood up and pulled out several Kleenex and cleaned the creamy goo from her tits, her stomach and off her bra. She dabbed at the big chunks of cum on her sweater, and then she wiped all the jizz from her beautiful, young face.

Mr. Holiday watched her, appreciating her lithe body, so fine, with not an ounce of fat. She was so luscious and curvy at the hips, and he loved the way her teen tits sat so pointed and proud.

He marveled at her sweet cunt, with the honey-blonde patch of hair carpeted between her legs. Her legs – so well-tapered, so tanned and smooth.

Mr. Holiday fondled his softening cock as he watched her. Suzy looked down and saw him playing with himself, and it excited her.

Her pink sweater had fallen back down over her tits and tummy, and she had stooped down and picked up her little blue panties. She stood there holding the panties, naked in her white heels up to the sweater, her eyes gazing on Mr. Holiday as he fondled his prick, and played it into another erection.

"It's hard like a bone again, sir," she commented sweetly.

He smiled. "Hard for you, Suzanne."

"For me?"

"Indeed."

"Wow, I like it up like that, Mr. Holiday… it's so, so… well…"

"So what?"

"So huge, sir. Are they all that big?"

"No, my dear, they're all different sizes. Haven't you ever seen a prick before?"

"No."

"Do you like it?" he said, his hand gripping the cockstalk midway, pumping slowly on the thick prick stick.

"Yes, I do. I like when you play with your prick like that, sir," she whispered, her eyes still hot on the slow herky-jerky Mr. Holiday was giving his cock.

"You do, huh?"

"Yeah," she murmured, a tremble of delight shivering through her fine body.

"And you've never been fucked, Suzy?"

"Well, sometime perhaps we can fuck. Would you like that?"

"I think so, sir… but isn't it too big to put in my pussy?" she said.

"Well, there are all kinds of ways to fuck, Sue… would you like me to finger-fuck you?"

"Ooooooh, wow… I guess I would… would you?"

"If you won't tell anyone about it… you must never tell anyone about any of this, Suzy."

"Oh, I won't."

"Then step over here closer."

Suzy moved to his chair and stood by the side of it, standing beautifully over him.

Mr. Holiday pumped his cock with his right hand, stuck out his left hand and fingered into her cunt, slicking a finger in and out in a slow fucking.

"I'm fingerin' you," he said.

"And masturbatin' yourself, too," Suzy commented, still watching him jack his prick.

"You like that don't you?"

"I like you playin with your cock, yes… that looks good… and I like you fingerin' me too."

"Do you finger-fuck yourself a lot, Suzy?"

"I'm not gonna tell," She smiled mischievously, but of course she had, and as she stood there watching Holiday jerk on his prick, she thought about all the times she had diddled her pussy while she thought of the handsome teacher.

"I'll bet you do," he teased.

"For me to know and you to find out," she retorted. "Bet you do, though."

"Me?"

"Sure, bet you masturbate, huh?" she teased. "You're such a devil." He smiled. His hand worked magic on her sweet cunt, fingering in and out with a good solid stroke, and all the while, his other hand danced on his cock.

"Have you ever done it thinking of me, sir?" Suzy whispered.

He didn't answer.

Suzy watched him jack, and she was thrilled by the sight of his hand pumping on his huge cock, the way his wrist moved so easily.

"That's what you're doin' now, isn't it? You're masturbatin' to me, huh?"

"I'm jerkin' to you," he panted.

"I love it," she sighed. "You're jerkin' to me."

"Yeah."

"I never had anyone jerk tome before, sir."

"Of course you have."

"No I haven't."

"You just don't know… think of all the young boys who must beat off to you all the time. I'll bet they even go down to the men's room between classes and jack-off to you."

"Phew, you think… you really think so, sir?"

"Of course."

"Jeez."

His hand-job action was making slurping, slick, juicy sounds now, and this heightened Suzy's excitement in seeing him pumping the big, super-duper prick.

His hand slicked her cunt, finger-fucking in and out with a sureness, a precious precision, and Suzy stood with her legs apart, her hips pushed forward.

"I'll bet you do finger yourself a lot, huh?" he whispered.

"Yeah, like this," she said, and swatted his hand away from her pussy. She backed up and leaned against his desk, set her legs apart, stuck her hand down between her legs and began jerking, fingering her pretty, little pussy.

"Oh, Suzy!" Mr. Holiday gulped. "Yeah, like that… yeah, that's the way, darling."

"You like it, huh?" she purred.

"I love it!" he cried.

Mr. Holiday delighted in the sight of the beautiful girl standing before him in all her splendor, her pouting lips open slightly, her tongue lolling on the lower lip, her hand juicing her cunt.

Suzy was in ecstasy, making herself feel so very good while she watched her teacher jerk wildly on his big prick.

"Faster, sir," she whispered, "I wanna see you go faster."

He hummed his hand, his thumb sticking out in a hitch-hike fashion, his wet fist a blur.