Victoria Parker - Wet dream schoolgirl

She was stunning, and when she walked into the living room, Mr. Martin gasped in admiration. He took several pictures of her, then said, "I just want you to be sexy for me."

His cock was stiff, rigid and it kept spitting little gobs of cum. Angie sat down on the couch and spread her legs, put a sexy pout on her lips, slid her tongue out, and he snapped a photo.

After several more pictures, he put the camera down and sat in a big easy chair. Angie now stood in front of him. He grabbed his prick and began jerking slowly on the huge stalk. He eyed the lovely girl longingly.

"I'm gonna jerk to you," he whispered.

"I see that. You're playin' with your prick," Angie said.

"Yeah, feels good. You look so damn good."

"Do I?" Angie said, swaying over him, teasing him by tugging at her pink panties, pulling them down to reveal the fuzz carpet of cunt-hair between her legs, then letting them snap back up into place. She slowly moved her hips in and out, relishing the effect she was having on him.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

"What should I say?"

"Anything sexy. God, you're beautiful," he puffed, his hand working in a hot herky-jerky.

"It looks good, sir. That looks good when you play with your prick."

"When I jack it?"

"Yeah, when you jack on your cock, I like the way that looks."

He pumped faster on his hard cock. "Your prick is so long, sir. You're goin' faster, too. I like that."

"Do yourself, okay?" he said. "I'll just pull my panties down like this," Angie said, thumbing her pink pants, peeling them down to the tops of the nylons, showing off her pussy.

"Yeah, yeah!" Mr. Martin barked. "I'll just put my finger in my pussy like this and do it," she whispered.

"Finger your cunt, honey!" he huffed. "Well, jerk your prick, mister," Angie retorted.

"Oh, darling!" he gasped, pumping hard. "Masturbate that big prick, sir," Angie whispered. She stood now by the side of the chair, just over him. He reached up and cupped her ass with his free hand.

"What a beautiful ass you have," he said.

"Go faster, sir. Lemme see you rosily pump that prick, okay?"

"You like it, huh?"

"Yeah, I really do. I really like to see you jack-off, sir. Jeez that looks good, go on, faster, do it faster, you naughty bad man!"

"Oh, uh, darling!"

"Come on jerk to me," she whispered.

He fingered up and down the crack of her ass with one hand and hammered furiously on his prick with the other. Then he hooked his finger up her asshole.

"Ah! You're puttin' your itchy finger up my ass, sir. You shouldn't do that!"

"I'm fuckin' your asshole."

"I know," Angie said, diddling wildly on her clit, digging her finger in and out of her pussy.

"You like this?" he said.

"I love masturbatin', sir. I love seem a man play with his prick like that. I wanna see you shoot your stuff all over, too. I like it when you squirt all over."

"Oh, baby!" he cried, pounding savagely on his big prick, humping and pumping his hand.

"Okay, you do it to me. You jerk it, and I'll finger you," he said.

Angie grabbed his cock. She bent over just a bit so she could pump him. He reached out and slugged a finger in her pussy. She jerked his prick as fast as she could, her hand a sweet blur. He plugged her pussy with a hot finger. She had his cock in a hot, tight grip.

"I'm gonna cum!" he yelled.

"Okay then, do it, cum!" Angie urged, feeling the first flash of her own orgasm.

Mr. Martin's prick bulged in her hand. Then he unleashed an incredible load of cream that flew out high into the air. Angie pumped faster and faster.

"That's it, that's it!" she babbled. "Oh, shoot it, sir! Shoot it! I love it when you shoot it!"

Angie came with him, the flowery feeling of ecstasy kicked through her. She stiffened, buzzed all over, pumped hard and fast, milking all of Mr. Martin's hot load.

"I loves to jack-off a man like this," she sighed, watching in amazement at the jetting cream that streamed from the head of her teacher's big cock.

"Well, you're really doin' it good, Angie, you're really beatin' my meat for me!"

"Uh-huh, I am, and it's gushing all over," Angie said, her pumping hand soaked with hot, thick cum-cream. Her hand continued to slurp up and down the monster prick-stick, sliding effortlessly, her red fingernails dripping with jizz, while her other hand diddled her cunt.

Mr. Martin fucked her asshole with his finger, and they were caught in the splendor of their splendid act. Finally Angie reached out and grabbed the back of the chair for balance, huffing, puffing, catching her breath.

She let go of Mr. Martin's prick. The stalk was creamy, still hard, still throbbing, wiggling as it spit out little drips of final cum.

"I wanna see you jack it again, sir," Angie sighed, "I wanna see you masturbate that big prick for me."

He gasped, grabbing his cock, sliding a slow stroke on it.

"Yeah, like that, whew golly! That's good, sir!"

"How would you like to see more than one man masturbate to you, Angie?" he whispered.

"Phew, shit, I'd like that!"

"Come over tomorrow night. Some of my howling buddies will be here. You can see all of us jerk to you, if you'll be sexy for us."

"Okay," she said quickly. "I'll come over after the football game. Will my cheerleading uniform be sexy enough?"

"Yes, yes!" he cried, pumping his prick, humping his ass up off the chair.

"Ooooh, sir, look at that, you're really jerkin'!" Angie cried. "For you, darling."

"Yeah, jerk for me!" She gulped, swaying now in front of him. She took her panties down, took them off, then dangled them on the tip of his prick as he jacked.

"Yeah, yeah, tickle the head!" he yelped. "I want you jerkin', sir. I want you masturbatin' like that to me!"

"Oh, wait till tomorrow night!" he exclaimed.

The next night after the game, Angie slipped away from her friends, walked the darkened street to Mr. Martin's apartment. She wore her sweet cheerleading uniform, the black swirling pleats of the skirt, the black, tight vest with the yellow blouse underneath. The vest bumped out with the pointed thrust of her titties, swelling beautifully in a jiggling roundness.

The skirt pulled in around her hips in a keen tightness, down over her ass. Her legs were tanned and they looked good encased in the black knee socks, the black and yellow tennis shoes. She was a darling, and she knew it.

She was frightened and excited about the proposed invitation. But she loved older men, she liked to turn them on, liked to make them hot, and she didn't see anything wrong with this.

She trembled as she walked, just thinking about showing off for several men. She finally arrived at Mr. Martin's and knocked at the back door. He opened it right away and let her in. She followed him to the living room, and there she found four men sitting around. They were older, in their thirties and forties. One man had a massive frame, muscular to the point of bulging all over, very tanned, very handsome. He had blond hair and a blond mustache.

Another man was short, stocky, his body like a truck. Then Mr. Martin handed her a stack of cash. It looked like four, five, maybe six hundred dollars. Angie took the money and put it in her purse. She hadn't expected so much, in fact she didn't know what to expect, but she was delighted the men wanted to pay to see her show off for them.

They sat on the couch and on chairs. She stood in the middle of the living room, stunning in her black outfit, beautiful with her blonde hair, the double ponytails, her ripe, red lips, her red cheeks. Oh, how beautiful she was.

"Go on, Angie, show us something," Mr. Martin said.

"Want me to pull up my skirt and show you my pants?"

The men all nodded.