Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

His prick bulged in her tight cunt. He fucked hard. Amy fucked back, her legs tight around his pumping body.

"I'm gonna cummmmm!" Amy yelled.

"Darling!"

"I'm gonna cummmmmm!" Amy cried as the tingle of climax started to ripple through her.

She felt Mr. Tuttle shake and shudder on top of her.

"I'm gonna cum too, Amy!"

"Let's both cummmmmmmmm!" she screeched.

His cock poured a load of hot slushy cream into Amy's little pussy. She felt the slishy splash of the goopy jizz hit her deep.

"Ah, awwww shit, sir, you're fillin' me up with all that goosh!" Amy yipped.

Then she was lost in the fabulous feeling of her orgasm, the right-now tingle of good feeling. Oh, how the darling girl loved it when she came. She wondered why people didn't just spend their lives cumming.

"Amy!" Mr. Tuttle cried. "Amy, fuck!"

"Oh, yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Amy sobbed, wracked with the sweet feeling of ecstasy that gripped her entire body. "Yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Mr. Tuttle!"

Mr. Tuttle huffed and puffed, pumped and humped. His huge prick poured hot cum into Amy's schoolgirl pussy.

"Ah, ah, ah, little Amy, little, darling," he gulped.

"Shit, sir!" Amy sobbed with joy. He drove harder in one final thrust of fucking, then collapsed on top of Amy, spent, his cock drooling in her pussy.

He finally rolled off, and Amy slipped from the desk.

"I'd like to fuck your face, Amy," Mr. Tuttle whispered.

Amy stood in front of the headmaster's desk.

"Fuck my face?" she repeated.

Mr. Tuttle stood in front of Amy. His slushy prick was still hard and thick. A string of cum hung from the tip.

"Yeah, fuck your face, your pretty, beautiful face."

"I never heard of anything like that before," Amy confessed.

"Sit down in the chair there, and I'll show you."

Amy sat down in the plush chair, her skirt on her waist, her sweater all crumpled up above her pink bra. Her darling face was flushed, her checks rosy, her pink lips glistening with thick gloss.

Mr. Tuttle took his hard cock in his hand and began to masturbate the stalk with a lewd, slow jack-pump.

"Awwww, jeez, you gonna jack off… wow, that looks real good, Mr. Tuttle," Amy cooed.

"You like it when I do this?" he asked.

"Ooooo, yeah, jerkin' like that, shit… shit, do it, jack on that big prick, Mr. Tuttle."

He moved close to her, so his cocktip was inches from her beautiful, young face.

"Oh, wow!" Amy cried. "Do it! Jerk your prick to me, you dirty guy!"

"That's what I'm doin'."

He pushed his cock into Amy's face, slushed the squirting pricktip at her mouth, slapped it all around her pink lips.

"Gawwwwmmmmm!" Amy mumbled.

"Darling!" he choked.

He fucked his big, hard prick all over Amy's fresh face, squirting splashes of cum in her darling bangs, all over her rosy cheeks, her lips, chin, her ears.

"Gawwwwd, fuck!" Amy gurgled.

"I'm fuckin' your beautiful face, sweet Amy!" Mr. Tuttle whispered hotly.

"Fuckin' my face… yeah fuck it! Fuck my face, you bad headmaster! Squirt that goosh all over my fuckin' face! Let's see you go fast! I wanna see you masturbate real fast, sir."

Mr. Tuttle whacked his cock with savage strokes, his hand blurring on the slick cock stalk as he slapped the big prickhead all over Amy's luscious face.

Big splats of cum hit her bangs and lingered there like globs of glue. A hot shot of sticky goo caught her on the now and dribbled from the tip like a string of snot.

"Face-fucker!" Amy cried. "You dirty face-fucker!"

Mr. Tuttle thumped wildly on his hot cock. He stepped back for a moment, and Amy watched with steamy eyes.

"I love it!" she whispered.

"That?"

"You masturbatin' like that! It gets me so darn excited to see you play with your prick!"

"I'm glad you like it, Amy."

"Go real fast, Mr. Headmaster! Go real fast on it! Really jerk!"

Mr. Tuttle's hand blurred on his cock. Cum spewed from the cocktip. A hunk of fizz fucked into Amy's face and dripped from her chin.

"I love it when he shoots like that, when your prick squirts… ohhhhh, shit, Mr. Tuttle, you're really jerkin' now! You're really goin'!"

"I'm jerkin' to you, Amy!"

"Yeahhhh!" Amy said lewdly. "Yeahhhh, jerk to me, that's what I like! I like men who jerk to me, sir! I love men who jerk their big ole cocks off to me, so you keep pumpin' on that prick! Pump on that prick just for me, dammit!"

"Sweet little bitch!" he howled with glee. "Darling little bitch-tease."

"Do it! Fuck your fist, bad guy! Fuck your fist, you naughty guy! You are really a naughty guy, Mr. Headmaster!"

Amy slid her hand between her legs and slicked a finger into her pussy.

"Bad guy, got me in here and you're jackin' off to me. Gaaawwwwwd!"

"Oh, shit! That looks good, Amy, that really looks goooood!"

"When I play with my cunny like this, when I fuck myself with my finger?"

"Yes!"

"Jerk to me, and I'll fuck my finger, okay?"

"Yes, Amy… yessssss!"

"Look good?" she teased, sliding down salaciously in the chair, her lovely legs spread wide, her hand jerking between her thighs, her blonde pussy all gooey and wet.

Mr. Tuttle's jack-stroke made slurping, slushing sounds as he masturbated wildly to Amy. She finger-fucked herself with a hot, fast finger.

"I'm gonna shoot off!" Mr. Tuttle cried.

"On my face?"

"Oooohhhh, yeahhh!" he wailed. "On your fuckin' face, Amy!"

He beat his prick savagely, his hand all gooky and slushy, his stroke almost mechanical, as if his hand and prick were a precision machine.

Amy watched in wonder, then looked up at his handsome manly face. She saw there a passionate look she would never forget. The headmaster was in sheer ecstasy, and Amy knew it.

She slid farther down on the chair so her ass hung over the edge, spread her legs as wide as she could with her feet still flat on the floor. She lifted up and rolled her hips, pumped her ass, pushed her pussy, and finger-fucked herself lewdly.

"Oh, God!" cried Mr. Tuttle. "Sweet little fuck-tease! Little fuck-bitch… you sweet little finger-fucker."

"Dirty guy!" Amy cooed. "Dirty fist fucker! Naughty old masturbator!"

Then he panted loudly, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhh!" He came.

His cock gushed. A heavy stream of hot cream splashed from the big cockhead, a steady rain of jizz.

"Oh, shit!" Amy cried. "Shit, you're shootin' off! You're shootin', sir!"

Was he ever! His cum-cream splashed all over Amy's beautiful, young face. Hot glops of cum hit her and slushed down her cheeks, her chin. Her bangs were completely wet sad matted against her forehead.

"Gawwwwd," she drawled, watching the jetting cream that poured from his big prick. "Gawddddd, Mr. Tuttle, you are really cummmmiiig!"

Just then Amy felt the climax of her life. She twisted in the chair, humped upward, swirled her hips, and diddled her finger into her pussy with a furious finger-fucking. She let the good ripple of orgasm take her over completely as Mr. Tuttle showered her with his hot fuck-load.

"Jerk off, dammit!" Amy cried. "Keep jerkin' your prick! I wanna see you keep… ughfffff, shhheeez!"

She winced as a hunk of cream hit her open mouth.

"Drown me, Mr. Tuttle! Keep jackin', keep shootin' that stuff at me, you bastard fucker!"

He did. He rained his load all over her face until it looked as though she had applied a thick layer of facial cream just before bedtime.

All the men who were hot for Amy gave her a thrill she loved. She was very much in favor of having men like her as much as they did. She loved cumming, she loved fucking, she loved anything that brought on that delicious feeling of climax.