Victoria Parker - How much for your daughter?

Amy lay back, still shuddering with the fine feeling of orgasm. Janet looked down and watched the push and pull of Carl's cock in her pussy.

"Oh, no, shit, not in front of Amy!" she babbled.

Amy came down from her climax. She looked over and saw Carl on his knees slicking his long, creamy cock into her mother's pussy.

"Aw, no!" she gasped. "Mom!"

"Now stop it, Carl!" Janet warned. Carl pulled his cock out, waddled on his knees back to Amy, and pointed his prick at her pussy.

"Don't you dare!" Janet yelled. "Oh, jeeeeez." Amy moaned. "You put that big squirter in Amy and I'll kill you, Carl!"

Carl took the warning. He held off. "I wanna fuck her!" he gasped. "Over my dead body," Janet said. "Jeez, Mom, it's like a big hunk of meat," Amy whispered.

"I wanna fuck you," he said to Amy. "No fuckin'," Janet said. "Please, puhleeeeez!" Carl begged. He needed to stick his hard, long prick into Amy's tight little pussy. He had to do it.

He held his cock, the head dripping, inches away from Amy's blonde bush. His prick squished. A hot hunk of cum spewed out and landed in Amy's wiry little fuzz box, clung there on her hair like a scab.

Janet reached over and slapped Carl's prick.

"I said no!"

"Pleeeeezzz!"

"Not my daughter, Carl. God, she's too young for this."

"Pleeeeeeez."

"This is not at all what we discussed," Janet said, pulling his cock away from Amy's cunt.

Amy was all splayed out on the couch, her legs apart, slid down obscenely, her pretty face full of passionate question marks.

"I said no, and I mean it!"

"Another thousand dollars if I can fuck Amy."

"No."

"Gawwwd!" Amy drawled.

Money made Janet re-appraise things. "No," she said again.

"Awww, jeeeeez, if he wants to Mom," Amy said.

"Huh-uh, no!"

Amy was figuring in her head – now they had seventy-five hundred dollars total. Half of it was hers.

"I wouldn't do it unless he gave us a full ten thousand dollars, Mom," Amy whispered.

Carl was up now, over loading another pack of film into his hi-tech camera, pointing the tripod at Amy.

"I'll pay it! I'll pay it!" he choked. "Are you sure, Amy?" Janet asked.

"Okay, Carl. But you have to give us ten thousand dollars for this whole deal."

"You got it!" he panted, going back to Amy, falling to his knees between her legs.

He fisted his cock and slished it into Amy. He stuck the big thick cock-head between her pussy lips.

"Awwwk, uuughhh!" Amy huffed. "Jesus, shit!" Janet whispered. Carl rocked in and out, punched two full, thick inches of prick into Amy. "Mom! He's screwin' me!"

"I know, darling. I know!"

"Oh, Amy, sweet doll," Carl babbled. "So loving sweet!"

His cock rammed in another two inches. "Ah, Mom! Look at that! It's like a big pipe in my cunny!"

"Oh, honey. Do you want him to stop? Carl, stop!"

Carl and Amy both said no at the same time.

"You want him to keep fuckin', Amy?" Janet asked.

"Yes!"

Amy's little pussy clutched Carl's thick prick, her cunny-lips like a suction cup clinging tightly as the older man plugged in and out, in and out, in and out.

Carl reached up and cupped Amy's precious tits in his hands, squeezed, fondled their juicy roundness. Amy was splayed out, her ass on the edge of the couch, her legs wide, the garter straps of the merry widow tight and stretched.

Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were on the slide and slish of Carl's cock fucking her pussy.

Janet watched too. "How's it feel?" she whispered. "Good, sooo good!" Carl puffed. "Yeah, jeeez, Mom! He's doin it to me!"

"I know, honey. I know!"

"Awww, wow, Mr. Huston!" Amy cried. "Yes, move your hips like that, Amy darling!" Carl urged.

Amy lifted her ass off the couch, swirled her lithe, fine hips at him, pushed her cunt to his tunneling prick.

He rocked in and out on his knees, stroking in and out, and Amy's little cunt kept sucking on the thick prick-stalk.

"Yes, fuck like that, Amy!" he yelped. "Go ahead, honey, fuck him!" Janet urged.

"I'm fuckin', Mom! I'm fuckin'!"

"Don't you cum in her!" Janet warned Carl.

"I won't!" he promised.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckin'!" Amy babbled.

She'd never experienced such a joyous feeling – the hard throbbing cock burning in her pussy, the friction of the fucking.

"I'm gonna feel it!" she yelled. "She's gonna cum, Carl," Janet whispered.

Carl pumped harder, faster. Amy stiffened, shook all over. Her mouth was wide, her tongue lolling at the corner of her mouth.

"Ohhhh, gawwwwwd!" she whimpered. She shuddered violently, then tingled all over with the wonderful, sweet tickle of climax.

She howled, "Shhhhheeeez!" Carl was rocking harder. Then he pulled out, but he kept fucking, kept pumping and humping, his cock sliding in an upward curve against Amy's black merry widow, rubbing on the edge of it.

Amy looked down just in time to see him cream her. Thick spurts of hunky cream sprayed all over the shiny black merry widow.

"Ah, yeahhhh!" Carl huffed.

"Oooooh, jeeeeez." Amy yelped. "He's shootin' on my tummy!"

Carl oozed out the thickest kind of load a man can shoot, big puddles of creamy goo. He finally finished and breathed heavily.

"Oh, that was wonderful!" Carl gasped. Amy sat in a trance, her chest heaving, her breathing still coming in short cum gasps.

Carl crawled between Janet's legs and went down on her, lapping his tongue into her furry, brown pussy.

Janet pushed her cunt at his face. "He's gonna lick you now, Mom," Amy said, looking on with wild eyes.

"Yeah, and then I'm gonna spank him real good. Give him a whipping. He's been such a naughty boy."

"Yeah, he's been naughty, Mom. Real naughty!" Amy agreed.

Amy made the cheerleading squad. She was dressed in her outfit. A yellow sweater with a black and white stripe on the shoulders and down the short sleeves. The sweater tugged in, fitting tightly on her hips, just over the top of her black skirt which featured three inverted yellow pleats. The skirt was very short, hemmed out in sweetness way high on her thighs. She wore yellow knee socks and black and white tennis shoes.

After the game, she was leaving the field and Mr. Lane walked by her.

"Do you have time to stop at my office?" he whispered.

"Well, I was… sure, for a minute," Amy answered.

He left. She went with some of the girls to the bathroom, fixed her pink cheeks and pink lips with more blush and gloss, then slipped away to Mr. Lane's office on the second floor of the school.

I think he's really hot for me, Amy thought. I could see the way he stared at me when I did my routines on the field at the game.

Amy knocked.

Mr. Lane let her in.

"Hello, I just wondered if you needed any help with your work. It's the weekend, and I thought maybe you wanted to prepare a little for our quiz on Monday."

"Well, sure, yeah," Amy said, surprised. He pulled a chair behind his desk, next to his.

"Sit down then," he said, and sat beside her.

He started going over the quiz. He's actually tipping me off to the answers, Amy thought. She took one of his pencils and wrote them down. Her little cheerleading skirt was high on her tanned thighs.

Amy scribbled, but in one glance at her teacher, she saw he had an enormous hard-on that pushed and bent against his jeans.

He finished with the quiz. "There, will that help?" the asked. "Sure, gee, thanks, Mr. Lane."

"I don't usually do this, but you are a very special student."

"Special?"

"You're beautiful, Amy," he said boldly. Never before having made a pitch at a student, he was tentative.

"Thanks, sir."

He smiled.

"And thanks for helping me with the quiz."

"Well, you could thank me if you wanted to."