Victoria Parker: Incest Schoolgirls

He couldn't possibly throw everything away for a pretty, young girl more than twenty years his junior… or could he?

Sue shifted, her legs spreading farther apart, her ankle still cocked over her knee which was hooked upward in a provocative arch.

Her pussy was pressing hotly against her panties.

Mr. Davidson ogled the wonderful rarity.

His cock oozed cum in his pants.

His heart raced.

"Hamlet's suicide?" Sue cooed.

"There's a summary of what you want to know on page one-thirty-three."

Sue looked up the page in her textbook, then looked up, staring right at Mr. Davidson's rugged, but handsome, face.

He was gazing lovingly between her legs.

"Do you just want a copy of the answers to the test?" he said teasingly.

Sue was taken aback. She recovered quickly. "Gee, sure, Mr. Davidson, that would be really neat."

"Then you'd have all the answers."

"Gosh…"

"Isn't that what you'd like?" he asked.

"Yes," Sue said boldly.

Sue couldn't help but glance at Mr. Davidson's crotch, the curling, bending erection that bulged in his pants. He was still looking at the marvelous show Sue was so sweetly giving him. She stared at his hardon.

"I thought you'd like the answers." he said. "I figured that's why you visited me."

"Well, I… I just thought maybe… I…" Sue stammered.

He got up and stepped to a file behind Sue. He got the answer sheet, folded it into a little square, pulled his belt out, and stuck the answers down into his shorts.

He walked around to Sue. He stood in front of her, his cock bulging in his slacks.

"The answers are in my pocket," he said.

"Huh?"

"Just take them out of my pocket. It wouldn't be proper for me to give you the answers, Suzanne. Do you understand? You have to take them.

Then, if anyone ever said anything, I could always tell them you simply found the answers."

"Oh, I won't say nothin'," Sue said quickly to reassure him, dropping her leg.

She slid forward to the edge of the chair, her back straight.

She reached out and slid her little pink fingernails down into Mr.

Davidson's pants pocket and scratched around, felt the tip of his throbbing cock. Her fingers pinched, wiggled, and her body sizzled with a new, strange excitement at the touch of her teacher's hard prick.

She withdrew her hand.

"They're not in that pocket," she said, then reached out and dipped into Mr. Davidson's left pocket. She felt around, touched the base of his cock, then quickly pulled away.

"But they're not in there either," she whispered.

"Must be in here," Mr. Davidson said, pointing to his fly. "In that pocket."

"Uh, gee. Mmmmm, uh, in there?" Sue said.

"Yes."

"Gee."

Mr. Davidson's cock was wobbling and thumping around in his slacks like a live snake.

Sue hesitated, her mind wheeling. She wanted those damn answers.

Slowly, she reached out, gripped the zipper of his fly between her thumb and forefinger, then drew it down, and opened his fly. She wiggled her hand inside.

His big prick twanged from his shorts, twitching within the flyopening, and Sue's fingers slithered down and around the stalk as she searched for the answers. His huge cock stuck out from the opening. She had to slick in there, dunk down, get them. She clutched his cock and pulled it through the fly of his pants.

"I better get this thing out of the way," Sue whispered.

She yanked on his big prick. It shimmied and throbbed, a full eight inches of magnificent cock, with a long, hard stalk, a beautiful helmet-head, the piss-slit bubbling with cum.

She held his prick in her little hand. It was like a polished hunk of marble.

Sue had never seen anything so exciting. Her heart throbbed.

She held his prick tightly in her hand, pulled it to one side, then reached in with her other hand. Her hand slid down through the fly of his shorts, dipped down, and cupped his big balls. She bobbled them on her fingers as she explored the depths of his shorts.

She found the answer sheet, squeezed it tightly and brought her hand out. She held the sheet secure, and her other hand still clutched Mr.

Davidson's hot, hard prick-stick.

His slick prick felt exciting. Sue stared at his prick, held it in a tight grip.

"Uh, I got the answers," she whispered. "I'll put this back in your pocket."

She tried to stuff his huge prick back into his slacks, but as she did, she was waving it, pulling on the stalk, moving her hand up and down.

Mr. Davidson came.

His big prick bulged in Sue's hand, the red head enlarged, and big thick splashes of cream swished through the air.

"Ah! Holy, jeeeeez!" Sue gasped.

She held his cock tight as he squirted his load.

The flush of cream poured from his prick. Hot cum hit Sue's sweater.

Her hand, her sweet fingers, were wrapped around his squirting prick, becoming drenched with jammy, juicy jets of jizz.

The hot jizz jetted from Mr. Davidson's prick. An ungodly load of cream spewed through the air, landing on lovely Sue.

"Oooooh! Jeeeez!" she whispered. "Shit!"

It was a beautiful sight the young lass would never forget. She sat there, rigid, alert, her big brown eyes wide, and she watched the cum pour from her teacher's huge cock.

She manipulated the erection, pulling it down, letting him spray her skirt.

She lifted his throbbing prick, showering her sweater with prick-cream.

Instinctively, without even realizing she was doing it, Sue was jerking her teacher's cum-spitting prick, holding the stalk as if she was squeezing a can of suntan spray, making sure she got it in all the right places.

"Ahhhh! Oooooh! Ahhhh, oooooh, Sue!" Mr. Davidson moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure, his face twisted with erotic delight as the weeping tingles of orgasm coursed through him.

The poor man had never felt so thrilled, so excited. He'd never ridden such a beautiful wave of ecstasy. He stood shaking and shuddering, looking down at Sue's surprised face, the incredible expression of ecstasy etched into her pretty features as she watched his bulging cock spit cum.

She kept moving it around as though she were trying to duck the spurting jizz, then she finally let go. Her hand, her wrist and her forearm were splattered with cream.

Mr. Davidson's prick snapped upward when she released his cock-stalk.

His prick trembled, wobbled, waved, throbbed wildly, and kept squirting.

Sue sat, her mouth open, eyes glued to his spurting prick.

"Shit," she whispered.

She knew she shouldn't be cussing in front of her teacher, but the word had slipped out, slithered out of her mouth as though it were a jet of hissing steam.

"Shhhhiiiiitttttt!"

Mr. Davidson grabbed his cock and jerked savagely.

Sue gasped.

Mr. Davidson came again.

Fabulous!

"Oh, ahhh! Sue!" he barked.

He pounded his prick, jerking his cock in a hot, fast stroke.

"Oh, gawd!" Sue gulped. "Shit! Mr. Davidson!"

Cum flew at Sue, hit her smack on the face.

"Oh, gawwwwd!" she cried.

She watched in a rapt fascination as Mr. Davidson jacked off to her, pumped his prick furiously his hand becoming a blur on the thick stalk.

Another splat of cream hit Sue on the mouth.

"Hey! Gawwwwwwd!" she yelped, then brought her hand to her mouth and wiped away the gob of cum.

Her mouth was open, her tongue out. Another splash of thick cum hit her mouth and landed right on her tongue like a hunk of paste.

She closed her lips and slowly slicked her tongue back into her mouth.

The juicy jizz caught on her lips and hung there like hunks of honey.

"Sue! Sue!" her teacher sobbed.

Sue squished her lips together, as if she were evening out her lip gloss. The cum drizzled down her chin.