Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

"You shouldn't have your prick out like that, sir."

"Take hold of it."

"No!"

"Please."

"No!" Missy snapped.

But she couldn't take her eyes off the huge, pulsing prick. His cock excited her. This was the first time she'd ever seen a prick – a big hard one. She trembled. Her heart raced.

"Hold it for me."

"No, that's not right, sir."

"I'll do anything for you if you will," he said. "I'll give you an A in English… and for the whole term, if you'll play with my prick."

"An A?"

"Yes."

"Well," she hesitated. "What do I have to do?"

"Here, let me show you," he said, taking her hand, placing it on the thick stalk of his prick. "Just squeeze your fingers around there."

"Like this, sir?"

"Oh, oh yes, darling," Mr. Maxwell sighed. "Now pump on it."

Missy had the bottom of the cockstalk in her palm, an underhanded grip. Her fingers curled around the side and up to the big, flat top of his prick. She shoved her hand in and out in a slow jerk.

"That's it, baby, jerk on my cock!"

"Oooooh, sir. It's all sticky and wet. It's all gooey on the end."

"Hot cream for you, dear."

She pushed and pulled. Mr. Maxwell was hot. He trembled. Missy looked into his handsome face. She saw there an exciting passion. He was hers. She felt powerful. It was as if she owned her teacher. She liked the pleasure wrinkles that crinkled his forehead. She pushed and pulled faster.

"Yeah, that's the way, Melissa. That's good!" he whimpered.

"Ooooh, look!" she gasped, looking back down to his hard cock. "It's squirtin' stuff, sir."

"Yes, yes, shooting cum for you, Melissa!"

He came.

"Oooooh! Sir!" Missy yelped, seeing the thick stream of cream jet from his cock.

The hot cum splashed at her belly, dripped down into the brown triangle of pussy hair between her legs. A big splat of cream hit her on the thighs. Another splash gooshed at her belly button. He shot off a huge load. Missy pumped faster, milking his load out.

She was fascinated with the volcanic eruption, the hot squirting of his prick. The thick, juicy gobs of cream that shot hot out of his pricktip, splashed high, then spilled onto her belly, her legs, and her pink panties.

"Oh, baby… honey… sweetheart!" Mr. Maxwell moaned. "That's so good. That feels so fuckin' good, honey."

"Oh, sir. It's all over me! This stuff. Jeez!" she gasped.

"Baby!" he yipped.

Her hand dripped of hot, thick cream. She took it away, and watched as more cum dribbled from the tip of his cock and spilled to the floor.

"And I get an A for that?" she purred.

"Indeed you do, darling."

That evening Missy walked home from school. Her mind was filled with thoughts about her experience with Mr. Maxwell. He had made her feel so good with his finger. A swoosh thrilled her tummy when she thought about his hard cock, the way it bulged out his little jockey shorts. She shuddered when she thought about how he shot-off.

She never believed an A could be so easy to get. This excited her, too. She walked nine blocks to the house where she lived with her old grandma. Missy's parents had divorced when she was nine and neither of them wanted to bother with her, so she was taken in by her grandma. She was a senile old woman hung up on religion. Missy tried to stay away from her as much as possible.

At home she snuck to her room. She lay down and hiked up her skirt. She stuck her hand in her pink panties and put a finger into her cunt. She spread her legs and fucked herself as she thought about the handsome cock Mr. Maxwell had offered her. She came quickly.

The next morning, Missy selected a pink denim skirt and a tight dark blue sweater with white pumps to wear.

She walked to the kitchen, took a bottle of orange juice out of the fridge, took a long gulp, and went out the back door so she didn't have to talk to her grandmother.

The skirt was so tight that it hugged her ass shamefully. Her cute swing and sway was super sexy. She walked the hall at Marlboro High.

Mr. Maxwell caught up with her. He walked beside her.

"Hello," he said.

"Say, do I have to come to class now that I have an A?" Missy asked.

"Yes, you better, but you don't have to do any assignments or homework. You best be there for the tests too, so no one gets suspicious. Okay?"

"Sure," she said.

"Look, there's fifteen minutes before class. Why don't you come to my office for a while?"

"Why?"

"I'll show you something," he said.

"You'll like it."

"Okay, then," she said.

She waited near the water fountain for a minute, then walked to his office and went in. Mr. Maxwell was standing beside his desk. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

"No, don't," she whispered.

His hands caressed her incredible curvy ass. He cupped the asscheeks and squeezed. His cock leaped to a thick, throbbing hard-on. Missy felt the bulge against her.

"No," she whispered.

"I have this for you," he said, pulling away from her. "I wanna do what we did before, okay."

He handed her a crisp, fifty-dollar bill.

"Huh… what?" Missy said, surprised, staring at the green cash.

"Take it. It's yours. It's for you, Missy," he said.

"Well, I mean… well really, sir. This is for me?"

"Sure."

"What do you want me to do for it?"

"You know," he smiled.

"Masturbate your cock again, like yesterday?"

"Okay."

"Oh, darling," he gasped, his hands roaming on her hips.

He slid her skirt up, higher. Higher the pink denim went until it was on her waist again, revealing her pussy-packed white panties.

"Oh, baby," he whispered. "That looks good!"

He dipped quickly to his knees. His tongue lapped on her beautiful sweet thighs. He licked up into the crotch of her panties.

"Mr. Maxwell!" she blurted. "You're lickin' my panties."

"Mmmm, mmmmm!"

"I don't think you oughta be doin' that, sir."

But he was. His huge tongue flapped at the nylon panties, lapping at her pussy through the crotch. He opened his mouth wide and sucked on her panties, got some of her crunchy cunt and nibbled.

"Oooooooh, wow! Ssshhhh!" Missy huffed hotly.

Her passionate moans and groans excited Mr. Maxwell. He reached behind her and clutched the cheeks of her ass.

"Mmmmmmm," he mumbled.

He chewed on her cunt through the white undies, sucking, licking, and nibbling. She was hot as fire. She leaned against his desk. Planting her feet solidly on the floor, she pushed her hips out at his obscene tongue.

Mr. Maxwell tugged at her panties, got them down on her thighs, then lapped his tongue into the spritzing cunt, licked the thick fuzz, and slicked his long tongue up and down her delicious cunt slit.

"Ah! No! Oh! Ah!" Missy whimpered, her chin tucked in as she looked down, watched her handsome teacher applying a wild tongue to her pussy.

"Jeeeeeezzzz! Ah! Mmmmmmmffff!"

His fingers pinched the globes of her eggshell slick ass. He sucked her cunt into his mouth and chewed.

"Oooooooh, ahhhhhh, mmmm!" she moaned excitedly.

He licked, chewed, nibbled until she shuddered violently. She was jerked forward at the waist. She stiffened. She came. The rolling waves of climax vibrated her whole body in a shimmering shudder.

"Ahhhh!" she yelped. "Oh! Ooooooh!" She had never felt this good.

She didn't think it possible to feel this good.

But she was feeling this good. She loved cumming. She shook and trembled as the climax rippled through her, and made her float high on a plush ride of pleasure.

Mr. Maxwell got up. He took his pants down. His cock was huge in his jockey shorts. Missy again became excited by the sight of his shorts all spiked out like that.

He stripped them down and his cock wobbled out.