Mr. Lane sat there, cum all over his jeans, his hand dripping with thick cream. His finger was still in Amy's young pussy.
Amy stood holding her little skirt up, looking down at her teacher's drooling cock.
"Golly, you really masturbated, Mr. Lane. You got icky-goo all over yourself."
"Oh, that felt good, Amy!" he whined. His cock was still hard, thrumming, still oozing bubbles, foaming on the cocktip.
"It just keeps gooshin'," Amy whispered, her eyes wide.
Mr. Lane slid out on the edge of the chair. He removed his finger from Amy's pussy and pushed his face into her blonde candy bar cunt.
"Awwww, hey!" Amy gulped. He kissed her delicious little pussy, opened his mouth wide and sucked.
"Oooooh," Amy whimpered.
His hands went behind her and he clutched her beautiful ass. He sucked and while he slurped he sent his tongue swiggling up and down Amy's sweet slit.
"I didn't say you could lick me," Amy protested.
But his action felt good, real good. Amy pushed her cunny at his gaping mouth, let him eat at her crotch like a hungry bear.
He found her clit and twiddle-fucked it with the tip of his gooey tongue.
"Whooofff, jeez!" she cried. It didn't take much of his tongue-licking to send Amy shaking into another climax. She still held her skirt up, the black and yellow pleats, pushing her cunt at his tongue. His hands cupped her ass tightly.
A slurping, a loud smacking, a sweet slushing sound filled the room as Mr. Lane gulped her cunt and took Amy to a pleasure plateau where she shook and tingled with joy.
She finished cumming and he pulled her down on his lap.
"You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Lane. That was naughty."
His big cock slapped at her thighs. He sat her so she straddled him, her legs over him. His cock stood up like a pipe between them.
He held her yellow bloomers in one hand, dangled them off one finger. Amy stared down at his huge prick. She looked back up at Mr. Lane. His face registered pure passion.
She lifted her panties from his finger and wiped off his gooey cock.
"It's too slishy and stuff," she purred, her yellow panties now soaked with ishy slishy cum.
"Oh, God, I love you!" he gasped.
"I could kiss your prick if you wanna," Amy said.
"Please!"
"Just a little," she said, then flipped her panties off her hand and draped them down over his stiff cock. They slid down the shaft and plumped onto his balls. She bent over and puckered her lips to his cocktip.
"Ahhhhhyyeeaaah!" he yelled.
She glanced up again. His face was wrinkled with passion.
"Like that?" she murmured.
"I love it!"
"I could kiss it some more if you wanna."
"For God's sake, do it!" he gasped.
Amy kissed his prick stick and swirled her sweet, young tongue over the bubbling cockhead.
"I'm lickin' on it," she whispered.
"Yes, you are!" Mr. Lane gulped, his body raving the beautiful student.
Amy loved having his big prick at her mercy. She had a good grip on the trembling stalk. She squeezed. The tip splashed a goosh of cum that spread down the long stalk onto her knuckles.
"Jeeez." Amy whispered, releasing one hand, clutching her shiny, yellow, hot bloomers, pulling them up, wiping her hand, swishing them over the top of Mr. Lane's prick. "You're sooo darn messy, sir!"
"Suck it!" he yelled. "Suck me, dammit!"
Amy swirled her bloomers off the top of his cock, let them drop down the shaft, released her other hand. The panties plopped in a yellow pile at the base. Then she gripped him again with both hands.
"Kiss my prick some more!"
"I don't think so, Mr. Lane. It's too gooshy and stuff. I'd get it all over my face. I could play with it, kinda jerk on your prick."
Her hands began a wicked pump on his mammoth prick.
"Oh, shit!" Mr. Lane huffed. "Oh, Amy!"
"Now don't go squirtin' and squishin' on my uniform," Amy whispered.
"I love you!" he rasped.
"If you loved me, you'd give me more than just an A," Amy teased.
"What do you want, darling?" Amy pumped his bubbling prick, pushed and pulled her hands in a vise-like grip up and down on the thick, throbbing cock.
"I dunno."
"Just tell me. I'll give it to you, if you'll suck me."
"It's so big. I couldn't get it all in my mouth."
"Just kiss and lick the top."
"Uh, well… maybe."
"What do you want?"
"I need some money, Mr. Lane."
"I'll give you some."
"How much?"
"A hundred dollars."
Amy started to lift off him. "No, no…"
"Wait, wait, Amy. You tell me."
"You want me to suck this big prick?"
"Yes!"
"Five hundred dollars."
"I can't pay that much."
Amy jerked harder, faster.
"Then we can't suck, can we, Mr. Lane?"
"You sweet bitch," Mr. Lane puffed.
Amy jerked. She jack-pumped his cock, sat prettily on top of him, hammering down on the big prick.
After what Mr. Huston had paid her, Amy wasn't about to sell her sweet charms for what she thought was a paltry sum. She wanted big money, and she knew she could get it, she knew she deserved it.
"Suck me, I'll get the money!" Mr. Lane yelped.
"You sure?"
"Yes, just do it!"
"Well, okay then," Amy said.
She bent over and puckered her pink lips on the fizzing fuckhead. She licked and swished her tongue on the big pricktip. Mr. Lane stiffened. Amy knew he was going to shoot.
She pumped fast now, licked hard, then she took his cock in her warm, wet mouth and sucked.
He came.
A hot spritz of cream gushed into Amy's mouth, hit the back of her throat. She gulped, she sucked, she swallowed, she let him shoot his load, and she shook his prick with her hands.
Mr. Lane poured it all out. He vibrated wildly. He wanted to scream with pleasure. Amy danced her head up and down. Cum spilled out of the corners of her mouth.
Mr. Lane slumped back in the chair, spent, dry, all petered out.
He huffed and puffed. His breath choked in his throat Amy kept sucking, suctioning out the drip of cum. She had never drunk cum before. Now she had a river of the hot gush shoot down her throat. She lifted off his cock.
Her lips were creamy.
Her chin dripped.
"Boy, you are really a naughty boy, Mr. Lane," she purred. "I might have to give you a good spanking."