"I want you to make me feel good now," Mr. Maxwell said. "Take, hold of it."

"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.