Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

"Ah, oh, baby!" he gulped.

"Fuck, shit, cunt, pussy, jerk-off, tits, hot balls, asshole, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Missy babbled, sending Mr. Maxwell into a raging passion and a throbbing ecstasy.

He moved closer, pushed the tip of his prick onto her twirling tongue, against her luscious pink lips. He beat his meat wildly; the cockhead slapped at Missy's mouth.

"Mmmmmmm, whewff!" she mumbled, swirling her tongue at the gooey cock head, licking off the hot bubbles of cum that clung to the top of his lovesick prick.

"Baby," he huffed.

"I'm lickin' your cock," she burbied, her tongue out, her words clipped, muffled.

He fucked his fist faster. His bulging cock head smacked at Missy's mouth, her nose, her cheeks, and her forehead. He jerked into her bangs.

"Jeez!" Missy gasped.

"I want you to call me Big Daddy," he said, gasping.

"Huh?"

"I wanna hear you tell me to fuck your face. I wanna hear you tell me to cum. I wanna cum. Oh, I wanna cum."

"Jeez." Missy gasped. "Okay, go ahead. Fuck my face, Mr. Maxwell! Just fuck it! Fuck my face, Big Daddy! Come on! Fuck my face! I want you to cum, Big Daddy! I wanna see you cum on my face."

"Au, ohhhh, honey!" he cried, slapping the top half of his squirting cock all over her beautiful facet slicking it along her red-rouged clit. Snaking the cock head at her lovely lips.

"Come on. Come on, Big Daddy! Fuck my face! That's what you wanna do. You wanna fuck my face! You get all hot about fuckin' my face… so do it! Fuck my face!" Missy babbled.

He blasted a cummy load.

Big slushes of gooey cream spilled onto her gorgeous sculptured face.

"Ah, whoooooo!" he panted, jerking wildly. He was humped in front of her, his hips thrust forward, his ass pumped inward. His cock was a piston in his slick hand. The slippery slide.

Cream splashed onto Missy's pretty face. She opened her mouth and tried to catch a huge web of flying jizz. It splattered all over her lips and dribbled down onto her chin.

"Ahhhppp, Big Daddy… face fucker!" Missy mumbled, her tongue sticking out, her words garbled, insane.

"Darling, darling, darling!" he moaned, his cock gushing, the stream of cream matting Missy's bangs against her forehead, all wet, stringy-soaked with thick juicy cum.

"Come on, Daddy…!" Missy yelped.

"Fuck it all on my face!"

"Baby!" he groaned.

"Go on, keep shootin! Keep shootin' like that!"

"I'm drowning you."

"I know. I'm goin' under here, Big Daddy."

"I love you," Mr. Maxwell sobbed. "I love you, I love you, darling!"

"I'm drowning. I'm drowning in your love, sir," Missy whispered, falling back on the toilet away from him.

Big slurpy chunks of cum slithered down her cheeks and her chin. A gap of cream clung like a spider to her bangs. Her mouth was all creamy. Her pink lips drooled with jizz.

"Boy, you did. You shot off all over my face, sir," Missy whispered.

Mr. Maxwell stumbled backward, a victim of his wonderful climax. He leaned against the toilet door.

"Oh, Missy," he gasped. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Missy stuck her finger in her pussy. "How about this, sir?"

"Oh, oh," he gulped.

"Wanna see me fuck my pussy with my finger?"

"Yes."

"I'll bet you'd pay me even more to see me do what you just did, huh?"

"Yeah, do it?"

"Like this, huh?" Missy cooed, her finger sloshing in and out of her pussy.

Mr. Maxwell grabbed his sticky, cum-soaked prick. He stroked slowly. "Yes, just like that."

"Jerk some more, for me, Mr. Maxwell. I really like to see a guy jerk off and stuff," Missy whispered, her finger delighting her young cunt, her ass slick to the toilet seat, her legs apart, her pink high heels flat to the, floor.

"Let's fuck," he said. "Okay."

He pulled her from the toilet seat and sat down himself.

She straddled him. Her pussy came down on his slushy prick.

He spiked up to her and shoved in. "Ooooooooh," he sighed. "Oh, wow!" Missy clipped. "Okay," he said.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Big Daddy!" she whispered, starting a slow, incessant hump pump movement with her hips, fucking down on his eight-inch prick.

"Yeah, talk to me like that!" he gasped.

Missy pushed down on his huge, slick prickstick which was lathered thickly with slushy cum. She took another inch into her pussy.

"Oh, Missy!" he chirped, reaching behind her, slapping his hands to her pudgy little ass.

Missy stood over him, bent at the knees, her fine legs horseshoed down, her pink high heels rocking as she humped up and down, slithering slow as a smoke ring, then bobbing back up as his cock withdrew. She tucked in her chin and looked down at the creamy slide of his heroic prick.

Mr. Maxwell looked up into her dripping face. Hot thick splashes of cum clung to her cheeks, her mouth, her chin. Her darling bangs were slicked to her forehead.

She leaned over him a little so her big tits dropped down. He fish sucked his lips, craned upward, and plunged his mouth into them.

Missy pumped down, back up, sliding on his stupendous cock. The hard cockstalk felt good, hot, and thrilling in the vise of her cunt.

"Talk to me," he said, leaning back, laying his head against the wall, and playing out on the toilet seat.

Missy humped up and down over him. She reached down with one hand and fingered into the slick drive of his cock into her cunt.

"Talk dirty again?"

"Yeah, please."

"You gonna give me another surprise if I do?"

"You know I will, Missy."

"Okay, then. Fuck, shit… fuck me! You dirty old man. You're fuckin' me in the toilet here."

"Yes, yes," he huffed.

"Like that?" Missy said. "Talk like that?"

"Yes."

"You're fuckin' with me, sir. You're a dirty guy. And we're fuckin' here in the toilet. Boy, this is bad, sir."

He humped his hips off the toilet, and speared his cock into her cunt.

"Okay, shit then! Fuck mere of your big boner into my little pussy, sir. That big ol whopping cock. I'm fuckin' all around on it, huh?"

"Yes, yes you are, Missy."

"Shit, fuck, pussy, cock… I'm talkin' to you, sir. I'm talkin' dirty and fuckin' you… that's what you like, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeahhhhh!" he sighed.

"You like getting in my panties and feelin' pussy, too. And you love my little ass, don't you?" Missy huffed hotly.

"Yes!"

"You love my fine ass. You like to fuck me, too. We're fuckin' right now, Mr. Maxwell, and your big boner is really hard about it."

"Oh, darling!" he whimpered.

"You're a naughty guy, Mr. Maxwell, gettin' me in this toilet and fuckin' me."

"I'm gonna cum!" he yelped.

Missy fucked faster, then she pulled up, got off, grabbed his cock with her hand and jerked, hammered, pounded the fat prickstalk.

"Ah, ahhhh!" he moaned.

She slugged wildly on his prick, and he shot off. A spray of jizz jetted high in the air. Missy jerked hotly. She smiled as she watched the pumpkin-head of his cock squirting gobs of steaming juice.

"You naughty, naughty guy!" Missy whispered.

The three fuckings she had enjoyed at the dance, the money Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Sexton had given her excited Missy, and she realized she had something men wanted, both young and old men wanted it… her delicious young body, her beauty, her gorgeous butter ass, her jumbo tits, her sweet cunt.

She sat in her room counting all the money she had been making. She locked the stacks of bills into a jewelry box and hid it away in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She knew if she kept saving she could get out of town, get away from her grandmother, and go to Los Angeles.

The next day at school Billy Rolfe came up to her as Missy walked down the hall, looking sharp in a short, blue jeans skirt, a tight red sweater, and little red flats on her feet.