Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

His prick was so big, and so hard in her cunt. He pulled the cockstalk out in a backward slide, grabbed the huge cock and jerked wildly.

"Oooooh, wow. Golly!" Missy yelped. "You're beatin' on your boner! Wow, that gluppy stuff is hangin' from the end too. Oooooh, that looks good, sir. Beat your cock fast for me!"

"I am."

"You gonna shoot on me?"

He shoved back into her and made her cum. Missy twittered and trembled on the table as she shook with her climax. He pulled his prick out again and pumped out a huge load of jizz that splashed all over her belly, her cunt, and her thighs.

"Ah, shit!" he cried.

"Sir! Sir! You're shootin' stuff on me."

"Ohhhaaa!" he panted.

"Oh, oh, mmmmmmm!" Missy moaned, sucking her finger between her legs, tickling her clit, making her orgasm last what seemed like an eternity. She felt so wonderful, so delightful as she shuddered with delight.

After he pumped dry, Mr. Sexton went to the fridge and took out a can of Reddy Whip and a bowl of strawberries. He turned Missy over. He shot the cool, thick, white Reddy Whip all up and down her ass crack. Then he moved the big, juicy strawberries up and down the slushy goop.

"What'cha doin' back there with that Reddy Whip Mr. Sexton? It's real cool in my asscrack like that… ooooh, that's so tickly, sir."

"I'm packin' your ass, honey," he whispered.

"I never heard of anything like that."

"Get upon your hands and knees darling," Mr. Sexton said, gulping off the strawberries, and lifting Missy up on her knees.

Missy looked back over her shoulder. "Hey, you got a bowl of big strawberries back there."

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm!"

"Hey, you're eatin' 'em off my ass," she said, as she rose slowly, arching her adorable ass to Mr. Sexton's gulping, lapping tongue.

He spread her legs, but kept her ass low, just off the table so the goopy Reddy Whip wouldn't drool down. Then he muffed his face into the white, thick cream. He devoured the soft slush ravenously, eating, licking, gulping, slurping.

He ate the Reddy Whip off, then he swished his randy tongue up and down the crack of Missy's petite ass.

"Oooooh, ahhhhh," she whimpered, loving the feel of his sloppy lapper, sucking up and down her furry asscrack. "Oh, sir!"

She remembered how Mr. Maxwell had licked her ass, how much it had excited and delighted her, and this was no different. She tingled all over as Mr. Sexton slushed his tongue into the sponge cake softness of her ass.

"Oooooffff!" she called.

He sucked into her whole. "Ahhhh." Missy whispered. He buttoned his mouth around the asshole and sucked rapaciously.

"Oooooh! Eeeeekkk! Oh! Sir! Jeeeeezzzz!" She was up high now, up on her hands and knees, wiggling her glorious ass back at him, looking over her shoulder, trying to see.

Mr. Sexton sat in the chair, had it pulled up to the table, and he dined shamelessly on Missy's fine ass. He dug his tongue into her whole, slurped, kissed, licked, and then he chomped, biting into her ass with his teeth.

"Oohhhhhh! Ahhh. You bad guy!" Missy moaned is sheer delight.

He reached around her thigh and slugged a finger into her cunt and fucked her wet pussy. Missy was in a tizzy of ecstasy.

He chewed her ass and fingered her pussy. She rolled her ass back at him. He gulped and lapped piggishly.

"Dirty guy!" she barked.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" he answered, his free hand finding his rigid cock. He grasped the prickstalk and banged up and down on the hard mass.

Then he stood up and brandished his corker cock at her ass. He slapped the hard prick at her asscheeks. Smack, smack, smack.

"Ah, baby," he sighed. "You are divine!"

"Whatcha doin' now, sir?"

"I'm gonna slide my cock through your thighs. You grab it and plug it in, okay?"

"All right."

He slid his cock between her thighs. Missy grabbed the cockhead. She held it in her palm. She lifted the cocktip and inserted him into her slushing cunt.

Mr. Sexton pricked her. He humped in and out slowly, softly; he didn't want to split her apart with his huge cock. He reached down and took a strawberry from the bowl. He pinched it into her whole.

Missy wiggled her ass. She fucked back to him, delighted by the hard prick that slushed in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, Missy!" he cried.

"You big, bad PTA guy," she whimpered.

"We're fuckin' again."

"I know," she said. "You were the guy who fucked me first."

"Oh, darling," he whimpered, humping, pumping, slugging his cock in and out of her spritzing, young pussy.

He fucked faster.

"Sir!" she cried.

He humped her good. His cock shoved in farther. He picked up the beat, screwing faster… faster… faster.

"Ahhhhh," Missy exclaimed.

His cock bulged. He pulled the cockstalk out from between her legs. He stuck his hand down there. He put a finger in her pussy. Missy came.

Mr. Sexton whacked his prick at her juicy ass. He sprinkled a big thick load all over her asscheeks.

Missy shuddered with a thrilling climax.

She finally slumped down on the kitchen table, huffing, puffing. Mr. Sexton's prick still squirted. He put the long cockstalk between her asscheeks, in her crack, like a weenie in a bun.

His cum squished up on her back. She squirmed on the table.

"Sir," she whispered. "Would you think that's enough? The sun's comin' up."

"Yeahhhh," he mumbled.

"I better get back upstairs. Your daughter might wonder where I've been if she wakes up."

"I'll leave your money under the phone in the hall, Missy," he said.

"You better?" she huffed.

Missy got up the next morning, dressed in a red denim skirt that cradled her fine body, the cheeks of her ass, and her plush hips. She added a tight white sweater and a pair of white tennies with red anklets.

She headed for the hall phone and found money that Mr. Sexton had left her. She smiled to herself and joined the other girls for breakfast that Janet was cooking.

They all left for home, but Missy decided, since it was Saturday, to go to the mall and spend some of her money. She loved to shop.

She took a bus to the Galleria and walked in. She liked the soft lighting, the smell of popcorn and candy. People bustled through the wide walkway. She was surprised to bump into Billy Rolfe.

He caught up with her. "Have you thought about it? Are you gonna go steady with me?"

"Yes, I've thought about it, but I've decided I can't, Billy."

"Why?"

"I just can't," Missy said, knowing that she liked older men much more than the impish young men.

"Aw, come on. Let's go get a Coke and talk about it," he pleaded.

"No, I'm shopping."

Billy huffed off, and then she bumped into Mr. Maxwell. He had a big bag of goodies he'd purchased. He smiled widely and his eyes glazed over her little red skirt, her tight tit-filled sweater.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello, sir."

"What are you up to today?"

"Just shopping, sir."

"My, you look good," he whispered. "Thanks, Mr. Maxwell." He wore jeans and a blue sweater. She liked his rugged, manly look. He had a day's growth of beard.

"You know I'm crazy about you, don't you?" he said.

"Well, you said you loved me, sir."

"And indeed I do, Missy." She smiled, twisted her head and flicked her hair.

"Gee, sir, love is such an esoteric thing," she said, using a word he had taught in class.

"Not when you feel like I do," he answered. "Let's go somewhere and play."

"Play?"

"You know?"

"You wanna fuck me, huh?" Missy whispered. "Maybe feel me up or jack-off to me?"

"Oh, yes."

"I can't, sir. I wanna shop."

"Look, I brought a lot of money with me," he said.

"No, I better not."

"Two hundred dollars?"

"Well…" Missy said, hesitating, loving all the money that was coming her way. "Maybe we could do something, sir."