Victoria Parker - She sits and sucks

Her cunny itched. She was trembling again. Her heart thumped. She had forgotten that her splendid teen tits were still sitting up over the top of her pink bra, two scones, two beautiful busties.

Mr. Brown's eyes were like heat-seeking missiles, fuck-hot, scanning Sue's brilliant beauty, her youthful loveliness, as he lewdly jerked on his prick.

"Oh, Sue!" he gasped.

"Cripes!" Sue gulped, watching him go faster now, watching him whack wildly.

"Take your panties down for me, will you?" he burbled.

"Oh, please, Sue!"

"Would that get you hot and stuff… I mean more hot than you are, sir?"

"Yes!" he huffed.

Sue thumbed her pink panties and tugged them down and showed Mr. Brown her rich, thick muffy. He gasped loudly and thrummed his cock in a hard hand-blur. "Jeeez." Sue mumbled.

"I'm jerkin' to you, Sue!" he cried.

"I know. I can see. I know," she said. "Aren't you hot?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Honey, do it to yourself, okay?"

"Just put your hand down there for me." "No, I said."

She pulled her panties back up just as Mr. Brown came. Big glops of cum, huge floaters of jizz, boomed out of his huge prick.

"Crrrriipes!" Sue gulped.

"Oh, honey!" Mr. Brown barked.

"Whew, jeez!" Sue whispered, watching the fizzing eruption.

"I'm cummin'!" he panted. "Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!"

She had never seen such an intriguing sight. His big balls were swinging. His hand was pumping, his prick was shooting.

Sue dipped her hand down into her panties. She couldn't help it. She had to. She was too hot to stand it anymore. She found her clit and rubbed it until she came, until the wonderful sensation of sweet climax grazed her, then goosed her full-blast, overwhelmed her in fabulous ecstasy.

She didn't know, had never known, that cumming could feel as good as it did right then, watching Mr. Brown's weeping prick, his herky jerky hand, his passionate face.

"Yes, yes, finger-fuck yourself!" he yelped. She did, she fucked faster until the stimulation subsided and she tingled all over, finally grabbing back onto the edge of the sink with one hand for balance, while her other hand jigged and danced in her pants.

"We're masturbatin' to each other!" Mr. Brown woofed.

"I know," Sue whimpered in a darling, soft voice.

The next morning, Sue got up and dressed for school. She put on a tight, mini, Jean skirt. It was faded and hugged her delicious curves like a candy wrapper. She added a tight red sweater and white tennis shoes.

She joined Mr. and Mrs. Brown for breakfast. Beth Brown was a thirty-seven-year-old blonde who still had a fine body. She had a face that resembled an angel's.

"Sleep well?" Beth asked.

Sue glanced at Mr. Brawn. "Yes."

"Good! Mr. Brown will give you a ride to school after breakfast, and thanks for staying overnight, Sue."

"You're welcome,"

After breakfast, Mr. Brown and Sue rode across town to Waverly High School.

"I'll never forget last night," he whispered, reaching over, rubbing his hand along her exposed, tanned thigh.

"I think we better," Sue said. He handed Sue a hundred-dollar bill. "Huh? What's this, sir?" "For babysitting last night." "But… ah, a hundred dollars?" "Well, it was a special night." "Then, well, golly…"

"That's okay, take it," he said. Sue tucked it in her school books. He pulled out his wallet and handed her another.

"Here, take this one too." "Huh?"

"Take it." "What's this for?"

He lifted her hand from the seat and dropped it in his lap. Sue hadn't been looking down there, but now she did. His big cucumber cock thumped up in a bending curl against his slacks.

"Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!" she whispered.

"Take it out, give me a hand job on the way to school."

"Oh, jeez! In the car?" Sue gasped.

"Like I did last night, do that again?" "Yes, please!"

"Whew," Sue puffed, her voice soft, trembly, as her hand massaged the thick prick in his slacks. "Should I take it out then?"

"Yeah, unzip my fly."

Sue pulled the zipper down, reached in and yanked his cock out.

"Oh, God, Mr. Brown!" she gasped.

A good-morning erection is the best kind, as most cock aficionados know, and Mr. Brown's massive prick was harder than it had been in the middle of the dawn, just hours ago.

The stalk throbbed wildly and stuck up a full nine to ten inches out of his fly.

"Just pump on it, sir?"

"Yes, please, Sue." "Okay then."

She got a good grip in the middle of the thick, round cock, squeezed, and started jerking up and down, her thumb extended in a sweet hitchhike gesture.

"Oh… yeahhhh, Sue! Yeah!" "Feel good?" she cooed.

The cocktip bubbled, frothed, and spat a hunk of cum out against the dash.

"Oh, cripes!" marveled Sue.

The hot chunk of goopy cum clung to the speedometer.

"Your boner is so hard and stuff, Mr. Brown," Sue whispered, "and all fulla sticky stuff."

"Oh, you darling!" he mumbled, driving so slow as to create a traffic hazard.

"Gee, you gonna squirt stuff on the dash and all, over?" Sue asked.

"I dunno," he huffed, barely able to speak, he trembled so badly.

Another blob of cum spit from the apple cockhead, again splashing on the dash.

"Oh, jeeeez!" Sue exclaimed, pumping her little hand on the thick, hard prick.

"I guess you better put somethin' over it when I cum," he mumbled.

"Well what?"

"Here, in my hankie," he said, then reached back into his pocket. "Oh, shit! I forgot one."

Sue looked around the car for something. "Your panties," he said. "Put your panties on my cock. I'll cum in them."

"My panties?" "Yeah!"

"Gawd, Mr. Brown, my panties?"

"Look, I gave you two hundred dollars. You can buy another pair."

Sue weighed the logic of this statement.

"Okay, but I'll have to let go while I take 'em down."

She released his prick. Mr. Brown reached down and stroked the stalk with one hand. Sue pulled up her blue jeans skirt, thumbed her pink panties, pulled them down her tanned legs, and took them off.

"Now I gotta go to school with no panties on," she whispered, bringing the pink panties to Mr. Brown's cock. "Should I just put 'em on top?"

"Yes.

Sue crumpled the pink panties and dangled them over the top of his towering prick. Then she got another good grip on the cock and started jerking again.

The pink panties bobbled as she pumped. "You do that good, Sue."

"Good," she said. "Pump my prick!"

"That's what I'm doin', sir?"

Sue looked up at the handsome man. He wore a three-piece suit. He was a media executive, the head of sales for a TV station in Bluff City. His face was etched with passion. Sue liked the look he had as she jerked him.

As she pumped his prick, she wondered if Mr. Brown might not be a contact, a key to getting into TV and becoming famous. Sue had always wanted to be a weather-girl, which she thought might lead to bigger things.

She pumped hard now, trying to do a good job, make Mr. Brown happy. She thought about the two hundred dollars he'd given her. This gift made her work even harder to satisfy.

"Oh, that's it!" he cried. "Oh, shit!" "You're squirtin' stuff in my panties! Look, they're gettin' all gooshy and sticky!" Sue whispered.

"Pump me!" he yelped. Harder, faster, went the girl's hand. "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Wonderful," he whimpered. "You like me to do this, huh?" "Oh, shit… I love it, Sue!" "You're naughty, Mr. Brown," she cooed. "Fuck it with your hand, darling!" "Oooooh, Mr. Brown! You talk so dirty and stuff!"

"Fuck it! Fist-fuck it!" "Gawd, sir!" "Yeah, fuck your fist on my cock!"

Sue's skirt was up over her pussy. She was wet down there. Her tanned legs were apart. She wanted to buttonhook her clit and cum, but she knew she had work to do with Mr. Brown, so she kept jerking his monster prick.