She got a good grip in the middle of the thick, round cock, squeezed, and started jerking up and down, her thumb extended in a sweet hitchhike gesture.
'Oh… yeahhhh, Sue! Yeah!' 'Feel good?' she cooed.
The cocktip bubbled, frothed, and spat a hunk of cum out against the dash.
'Oh, cripes!' marveled Sue.
The hot chunk of goopy cum clung to the speedometer.
'Your boner is so hard and stuff, Mr. Brown,' Sue whispered, 'and all fulla sticky stuff.'
'Oh, you darling!' he mumbled, driving so slow as to create a traffic hazard.
'Gee, you gonna squirt stuff on the dash and all, over?' Sue asked.
'I dunno,' he huffed, barely able to speak, he trembled so badly.
Another blob of cum spit from the apple cockhead, again splashing on the dash.
'Oh, jeeeez!' Sue exclaimed, pumping her little hand on the thick, hard prick.
'I guess you better put somethin' over it when I cum,' he mumbled.
'Well what?'
'Here, in my hankie,' he said, then reached back into his pocket. 'Oh, shit! I forgot one.'
Sue looked around the car for something. 'Your panties,' he said. 'Put your panties on my cock. I'll cum in them.'
'My panties?' 'Yeah!'
'Gawd, Mr. Brown, my panties?'
'Look, I gave you two hundred dollars. You can buy another pair.'
Sue weighed the logic of this statement.
'Okay, but I'll have to let go while I take 'em down.'
She released his prick. Mr. Brown reached down and stroked the stalk with one hand. Sue pulled up her blue jeans skirt, thumbed her pink panties, pulled them down her tanned legs, and took them off.
'Now I gotta go to school with no panties on,' she whispered, bringing the pink panties to Mr. Brown's cock. 'Should I just put 'em on top?'
'Yes.
Sue crumpled the pink panties and dangled them over the top of his towering prick. Then she got another good grip on the cock and started jerking again.
The pink panties bobbled as she pumped. 'You do that good, Sue.'
'Good,' she said. 'Pump my prick!'
'That's what I'm doin', sir?'
Sue looked up at the handsome man. He wore a three-piece suit. He was a media executive, the head of sales for a TV station in Bluff City. His face was etched with passion. Sue liked the look he had as she jerked him.
As she pumped his prick, she wondered if Mr. Brown might not be a contact, a key to getting into TV and becoming famous. Sue had always wanted to be a weather-girl, which she thought might lead to bigger things.
She pumped hard now, trying to do a good job, make Mr. Brown happy. She thought about the two hundred dollars he'd given her. This gift made her work even harder to satisfy.
'Oh, that's it!' he cried. 'Oh, shit!' 'You're squirtin' stuff in my panties! Look, they're gettin' all gooshy and sticky!' Sue whispered.
'Pump me!' he yelped. Harder, faster, went the girl's hand. 'Does it feel good?' she asked. 'Wonderful,' he whimpered. 'You like me to do this, huh?' 'Oh, shit… I love it, Sue!' 'You're naughty, Mr. Brown,' she cooed. 'Fuck it with your hand, darling!' 'Oooooh, Mr. Brown! You talk so dirty and stuff!'
'Fuck it! Fist-fuck it!' 'Gawd, sir!' 'Yeah, fuck your fist on my cock!'
Sue's skirt was up over her pussy. She was wet down there. Her tanned legs were apart. She wanted to buttonhook her clit and cum, but she knew she had work to do with Mr. Brown, so she kept jerking his monster prick.
'I'm gonna cum, Sue!'
'In my panties?' 'Yeah!'
'Okay, okay!' She pumped furiously. He stiffened.
'Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!' he yelled.
He blew her panties off the top of his prick. Sue caught them with her free hand before they fell to the floor. She held them up with one hand over his quaking cock as she pumped with the other hand, pumped out a milkshake load of thick cream.
'Baby, baby, baby!' he sighed. 'Whewww, whooofff!' Sue huffed. 'You're really shootin'!'
'Oh, shit, shitttttt. Feels sooooo good!' Cum seeped down his prick into her hand, on her knuckles, as Sue fucked his cock with her tiny fist.
He finally slumped back against the seat. Sue let go of his cock as he sighed and huffed, trying to catch his breath.
'Wow, my panties are soaked,' Sue said, holding them on his drooling, spitting prick.
'I know,' he said.
She wiped her hand on a dry patch of the panties, then slid them up and down his cockstalk, wiping away the thick, foamy cream.
'Ah, ah, ahhhhh, oh wow, honey!' Mr. Brown babbled.
They were pulling in at the school now. Sue dropped the panties on the seat. She pulled her skirt down.
Mr. Brown stopped.
'I'll be in touch,' he whispered. 'Okay,' Sue smiled, then slid across the seat and got out.
She was a happy young lady as she walked up the steps of Waverly High School.
Sue was on the field cheerleading. Her all-red uniform-tiny red skirt with white inverted pleats, her red sweater with a white collar and a white stripe around the top and bottom looked good. Her big tits bobbled in the tight knit. Her tanned legs were sleek and darling in the white knee socks that had two red rings at the top. She wore white tennis shoes with red laces.
On the front of the sweater, between the two white stripes, was scripted in black the word Devils, the name of the Waverly High team.
As she jumped high, Sue's black bloomers glistened in the hot fall sun.
She looked incredibly beautiful and sexy out on the field, and there were hundreds of admiring eyes in the bleachers giving her the once over.
One of the things Sue liked best about her young life was cheerleading, being in front of a huge crowd of people in her short, swirling skirt, her tight sweater, showing off, looking sexy and alluring. She loved it, and always got a good feeling from performing.
The band boomed music, the girls danced, swinging forward, wiggling, swaying their juicy, young hips.
I just know I could be famous, Sue thought to herself as she spread her legs, planted her feet far apart, bent down, swayed her hips, bumped, pumped, let her skirt fly up over her shiny black panties.
After the game, she met some of the girls in the dressing room. It was near suppertime. They decided to go get pizza and cokes.
But just then Mrs. Wailer, the principal's secretary, came in.
'Sue, you have a call in the office.'
Sue walked with her through the halls of the school to the administration office.
'Yes, hello,' she said. 'Hello, Sue Powers?' 'Uh-huh.'
'This is Dave Madison. I saw your ad in the shopper for babysitting. I know it's late, but my wife and I were just invited out.'
'Yes?'
'Could you come over and sit with our little boy?'
'Gee, I'd like to, but 'We'll pay you double. I know it's Friday night and all.'
'Ah… well… double?'
'Yes, it's a business-entertainment meeting. I have to go, and I really want my wife to be acre. A man just
