Victoria Parker - How much for your daughter?

"I could?"

He put his hand on her chin, tilted her head.

"Could I kiss you?"

"Ah… well, yeah, sure, Mr. Lane."

"Good, because you know you could get the answers to all the quizzes."

His lips touched hers. His other hand went around her shoulder. His tongue slicked and licked on her pink gloss. It was a warm, manly kiss, and it made Amy tingle.

Then his hand dropped to her thighs, slid up under her skirt, lifted it to reveal her yellow bloomers. They were shiny, and they gloved her hips like cellophane, pulled in on her crotch in a puffy muffin.

He rubbed her there.

He broke the kiss. He took her hand and placed it on his hard prick.

"Ooooh, gosh!" Amy gasped.

He unzipped his fly and took his prick out.

"Jeez, Mr. Lane!" Amy exclaimed. "It's… your… it's sooo big and stuff!"

Indeed his cock was big, a full, thick, hard eleven inches, a throbbing hunk of ivory-like prick.

He took Amy's hand and placed it on the towering prick.

"Should we be doin' this, sir?" she whispered.

"Do you wanna stop?"

"Do I get answers to quizzes if I play with your prick?"

"I dunno if I know how."

"Pump on it for me, Amy!"

"Like this, sir?" she asked, her hand clutching the big mule-cock, her fingers curling, her hand moving up and down.

"Yes, darling, yes! Like that!" She stroked him for a minute, slowly, watching her hand jerk.

"Stand up, take your panties down for me, will you?" he asked.

Amy remembered Mr. Huston, how she had teased him, got him all hot.

She stood up. "Gee, take my panties down and show ft to you, let you see my pussy?"

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

He grabbed his cock and jerked on it hard and fast.

"Well, okay," Amy said.

She lifted her black skirt, tugged her bloomers down until they were a tight yellow stretch above her knees.

"Oh, Amy!" Mr. Lane panted. The teacher was in an erotic trance. Just to have a sweet little darling like Amy, her five-one frame rippling with curves, her beautiful face full of teasing emotion, standing there in a tight, skin-clinging cheerleading uniform, her round tits pressing at the tight yellow sweater, the way she held up her tiny skirt, her tights down in a slick, shiny yellow roll above her knees, her blonde pussy looking like a delicious piece of divinity fudge, would have made the most chaste man sweat and pant with fever for her.

Mr. Lane pumped his prick, his big slab like cock.

"Jeez, you're really masturbatin', huh?" Amy said.

"Yessssss!" he huffed. "You're my teacher and stuff too."

"I know, I know, forgive me. But ever since that first day in class I've not been able to get you out of my mind, Amy."

"Gee, really?"

"That's right."

Her lips were wet, pouty, her face so pretty, her body juicy and sweet.

"You're really poundin' on your prick, sir! I never saw anything like that! Whew!"

He pumped harder now. His cock squished. Goops of cum flipped out of the bulging pricktip.

"Ooooh, that's naughty, Mr. Lane, squirtin' at me like that!"

"Come over here, let me feel your cunt."

"No, I'm not gonna let you feel me up."

"Please, Amy, just let me feel, please!"

"That's dirty, Mr. Lane. You're bein' dirty."

"I'll do anything for you, Amy." When he said that, she felt the same power she had had over Mr. Huston.

"Well, I s'pose I could let you feel it, Mr. Lane, if you promise to give me all A's in your class."

"Yes, you'll get all A's."

"All right then."

Amy moved over to him, stood next to him.

Mr. Lane reached out. His hand slid between her fine legs. He flubbed her pussy. His finger slid into her slit. He pumped wildly on his horse-like cock.

"You like feelin' my cunny?" Amy asked sweetly.

"Yes!"

"And you're jerkin' so hard too. Jerk hard for me, Mr. Lane. Just for me, okay?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Masturbate yourself, Mr. Lane." His prick squirted. He stiffened. His finger slished in and out of Amy's pussy.

Then he came. Huge gops of cum spat from his prick.

"Ooooh, look at that. That's naughty, you guy!"

"Amy, Amy, Amy!" he called as his cock spurted, as he came.

Amy watched with hot intensity. She loved to see a prick squirt like this. She loved to see a man completely lost in the ecstasy of his climax.

"Jerk!" she commanded. "Jerk, Mr. Lane!"

"I am, Amy!"

"Harder, faster! Squirt more!"

"Oh, you doll!"

"Come on, keep gooshin', sir!"

His big cock was creamy, like someone had spread mayonnaise all over the stalk. His hand was caked with cum. He continued to vibrate with his orgasm. His finger fucked Amy's pussy and she finally felt the titillation of her own climax, a sweet sizzle of erotic charm that started slowly then gripped her hotly. She stiffened, bent over at the waist and let it ride through her.

Mr. Lane sat there, cum all over his jeans, his hand dripping with thick cream. His finger was still in Amy's young pussy.

Amy stood holding her little skirt up, looking down at her teacher's drooling cock.

"Golly, you really masturbated, Mr. Lane. You got icky-goo all over yourself."

"Oh, that felt good, Amy!" he whined. His cock was still hard, thrumming, still oozing bubbles, foaming on the cocktip.

"It just keeps gooshin'," Amy whispered, her eyes wide.

Mr. Lane slid out on the edge of the chair. He removed his finger from Amy's pussy and pushed his face into her blonde candy bar cunt.

"Awwww, hey!" Amy gulped. He kissed her delicious little pussy, opened his mouth wide and sucked.

"Oooooh," Amy whimpered.

His hands went behind her and he clutched her beautiful ass. He sucked and while he slurped he sent his tongue swiggling up and down Amy's sweet slit.

"I didn't say you could lick me," Amy protested.

But his action felt good, real good. Amy pushed her cunny at his gaping mouth, let him eat at her crotch like a hungry bear.

He found her clit and twiddle-fucked it with the tip of his gooey tongue.

"Whooofff, jeez!" she cried. It didn't take much of his tongue-licking to send Amy shaking into another climax. She still held her skirt up, the black and yellow pleats, pushing her cunt at his tongue. His hands cupped her ass tightly.

A slurping, a loud smacking, a sweet slushing sound filled the room as Mr. Lane gulped her cunt and took Amy to a pleasure plateau where she shook and tingled with joy.

She finished cumming and he pulled her down on his lap.

"You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Lane. That was naughty."

His big cock slapped at her thighs. He sat her so she straddled him, her legs over him. His cock stood up like a pipe between them.

He held her yellow bloomers in one hand, dangled them off one finger. Amy stared down at his huge prick. She looked back up at Mr. Lane. His face registered pure passion.

She lifted her panties from his finger and wiped off his gooey cock.

"It's too slishy and stuff," she purred, her yellow panties now soaked with ishy slishy cum.

"Oh, God, I love you!" he gasped.

"I could kiss your prick if you wanna," Amy said.

"Please!"

"Just a little," she said, then flipped her panties off her hand and draped them down over his stiff cock. They slid down the shaft and plumped onto his balls. She bent over and puckered her lips to his cocktip.

"Ahhhhhyyeeaaah!" he yelled.

She glanced up again. His face was wrinkled with passion.

"Like that?" she murmured.

"I love it!"

"I could kiss it some more if you wanna."

"For God's sake, do it!" he gasped.

Amy kissed his prick stick and swirled her sweet, young tongue over the bubbling cockhead.

"I'm lickin' on it," she whispered.

"Yes, you are!" Mr. Lane gulped, his body raving the beautiful student.