Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

Sexton lifted up and sat on the edge of the table. This made his prick stick up even farther.

"And you want me to beat it for you, sir?" Missy asked.

"Yes."

"It's really a big boner."

"For you."

Missy clutched his cock in her little hand. "Oooooh, it's big and hard!" she whispered. She sat down on the chair at the table. It was as if she were sliding into a big dinner. She saw a butter dish sitting off to the end of the table.

"Maybe I oughta slick your prick so I can really give you a good handjob, sir," Missy said, reaching for the dish.

She took the lid off and glubbed a big gob of butter onto her hand – a big thick slush of goo. She lathered it all over Mr. Sexton's cock.

"Ooooooh, darling," he mumbled, staring down, watching her sweet fingers slide as she filmed his prick with slick, hot butter. "Ah, baby!"

Missy got his whole prickstalk gooped with butter, good thick butter, then she clutched the hard cock and jerked up and down, her hand sliding effortlessly on the long, hard prick.

"Oh, Missy, you doll, you're wonderful," Mr. Sexton muttered, staring down at the young girl's hot hand.

"Like this? Should I just pump on your cock like this Mr. Sexton?"

"Maybe I should slick some more butter on it," she whispered.

"Oh, please!" he whimpered.

Missy reached out and cupped another glob of butter in her hand, then sloshed the gooey softness up and down the long, massive expanse of his throbbing cock.

"Oh, baby!" he panted.

Mr. Sexton's prickstalk was thick and slick with the soft butter. Missy slushed her hand up and down. She didn't have to hold his cock in one place, because the butter made it like an iced piston. Her hands sloshed up to the top, then down to the base of his huge prick.

"This is really a big boner, sir. You said it was ten inches, but I think it's bigger," Missy said.

"Do you?" he gasped.

"Yes, I think it's more like a foot long like a big, long weenie."

"Oh, I love you!" he exclaimed. He arched his legs up, put them over her shoulders, then lay back on his elbows, still staring down, watching Missy's fabulous hand action.

"Pump it!" he huffed.

"I am, sir. I'm pumpin' up and down!"

"Oh, darling!"

"Does this feel good, sir?"

"Oh, fabulous!"

"Want me to go faster?"

"Please! Go faster! Go as fast as you can, Missy!"

"Like this, Mr. Sexton?" she whispered, her hand a blur on his fantastic cock.

"Ah, uh, uh uh, honey!" he cried. "I'm jerkin' real fast, huh?"

"You're beautiful. Your hand is beautiful. You are so beautiful…"

His words trailed off into a hot gulp, and Missy leaned forward and licked her tongue off the butter-slick prick, swirling her pink lapper all over the cocktip as she pumped.

"Au, whooooo, shit!" he huffed.

"You are a bad PTA guy, huh?" she teased.

"Yeah, I am."

"Your cock is so damn hard Mr. Sexton. It's like I got a brick in my hand." Missy whispered.

"Jerk me, damnit!"

"That's what I'm doin," she answered, and her hand worked harder.

She beat his prick with a passionate frenzy, and she felt the bulge, the pulse, the expansion as his cockstalk surged in her little fingers.

Missy loved having the big cock in her hand. She sloshed up and down on the stiff cockstalk. She thrilled to the way his prick fizzed, how the jizz creamed out, fizzled down the sides in liquid lather, and seeped onto her fingers like a thick vanilla milkshake. Her hand greased faster, harder on the ballooning, bloating prick.

"Oh, you sweet little prick teaser," Mr. Sexton sighed.

"Me? I'm a prick teaser?" Missy whispered. "Yes, yes… pricks get hard just lookin' at someone like you, Missy?"

"They do?"

"Yeahhhh, they do… oh, you darling doll face!"

Missy smiled and gushed her hand up and down on his big, flopping prick. "Boy, this boner is gettin' bigger, sir… it's really a hard one."

His cock sprinkled more cum… spit little jizzy gobs. She clapped both hands on his cockstalk and patty-caked the thick erection, sliding them up and down on his lulu of a cock.

"Ahhhh, beat it, baby!" he cried.

She grabbed around the prickstalk with both hands and ravenously slurped her hands in a lightning jerk on the butter-cum prick, pulling, pushing, pumping, jerking… jacking!

"Darling," he muttered. "Sweet, beautiful doll!"

"Boy, it's really hard. It's sure slick, sir."

"I know."

She thumped wildly on his prick now, both hands sliding up and down the humping cockstalk in precision perfection.

"I'm gonna cum, Missy," Mr. Sexton cried.

"Now, sir?"

"Tell me to cum."

"Okay, cum, sir. Go ahead and squirt your stuff!"

"Ah, uh, babeeeeeee!" he sobbed, leaning forward, his masculine body tightening.

Missy pumped harder and felt the swelling, the pulsing of his cockstalk just before he came.

It happened.

She stabbed harder, faster.

A massive wave of cum surged, heaved up and out of the pricktip, and spiraled high in the air. Another spurt. A quick goop. A heavy gush. Cream jetted wildly from his cock. He stiffened like a board.

"Missy!" he cried. "Oh, darling, beautiful Missy!"

The suds spilled off the top of his prick and slid like foam down the cockstalk into her hands. She caught the big hot bubbles and slicked them hotly up and down as she suds his prick and made him cum better than he had ever cum before in his entire life.

"Ah, ooooooh, ahhhhhhh! Fuuuuuck!" he stammered, shivering, shaking, and shuddering violently.

Missy's eyes were wide with fascination.

"I love it when your boner shoots off like this, sir," she mumbled, watching the gusher of cum intently.

She whacked recklessly on Mr. Sexton's whopper cock, giving him a jam-up, bang-down handjob. The cum spit, spewed, spilled and bubbled from his cock.

Suddenly he was up, his cock slipping upward out of her eager hands. He stood to the floor, his prick spurting. He pulled Missy from the chair, lifted her, and turned her around. He sat her up on the table, spread her legs, and moved between them. He pulled off her panties, threw them to the floor. Then he lifted her legs, flopped them over his shoulders, and he moved in on her. He dunked his cock in her cunt.

"You sweet little fucker! You darling little bitch! I'm gonna fuck you!" Mr. Sexton growled.

"Jeez, you talk bad for a PTA guy," Missy said, looking down, seeing the slick glide of his cock in her furnace-hot pussy.

He pumped in and out, sucking his butter dripping, cum-soaked prick into her pussy.

"Not all of it, sir! I can't handle all of that big boner!" Missy protested.

"I know. I'll give you just enough to make you feel good, doll baby."

"Oooooh, sir! Ooooh, wow! You're doin' it to me again, right here in your kitchen. Jeez, where's your wife?"

"Upstairs asleep."

"What if she comes down and catches us fuckin' like this, sir?"

"Don't worry about it," he huffed, his ass humming, humping slowly, his big prick sliding like a greased piston into Missy's precious pussy.

Her legs were high in the air in a sensational V. Mr. Sexton held them by the calf, pushing them back, holding them wide. His cock slurped in and out of her cunt.

Missy watched the slick push and pull, heard the sweet, slurping click of cock and cunt. She felt wonderful, thrilled, and she trembled with passionate fervor. She lay on her back, her neck craned so her head was up, so she could see his cock punching into her.

"Whew, jeez," she whispered.

"We're fuckin' good, Missy," Mr. Sexton said. "You like to fuck, don't you?"

"You're a bad guy talkin' like that to me, aren't you?"

"You dirty little fucker!" he panted. "You hot prick fucker!"

"Ooooooh, sir!"

"You sweet, pretty darling. I love you!" he gulped.