Chapter 3

"What's your name?" Nancy gulped, still staring at his immense prick.

"John Milton." He smiled, slowly jerking on his thick prick. "I'm reincarnated, looking for Paradise Lost."

"Huh?" The darling cheerleader didn't have the slightest clue what John Milton was talking about.

"You are paradise, Nancy," he whispered.

"Gosh," Nancy said, looking at his steaming cock.

"So give me paradise, play with my prick."

"You gonna pay me?"

"Of course. I would be a damnable lout if I didn't pay you, and pay you well."

"Well, okay then. I'll play with your boner, Mr. Milton."

He moved to her.

"It's soooo gooey though!" Nancy said, looking down at the frothing cockhead.

"Yes, yes, juicy... Full of love for you, Nancy."

"Should I just hold... hold your cock, sir?"

She reached down and pulled both hands along the sides of the stalk, moving them up and down, then curling her red-nailed fingers around his porky prick.

"Ah, yeahhh!" Mr. Milton sighed.

"And just kinda squeeze on it like this, sir?"

"Yes, yes, squeeze on it like that, Nancy! That's the way, girl!"

"Jeez, it's shootin' out more of that cream stuff, sir!"

"Push in and out on it!" he huffed.

"Like this?" Nancy asked, getting an overhanded grip on his throbbing fuckstalk, hammering her hands up and down, pumping as if she were churning butter.

"Yes, like that, sweet darling!"

"It's shootin' at me!" Nancy cooed, bent over at the waist now in front of Mr. Milton, her ass up, arched, her cheerleading skirt skipping high above her panties. Her big titties hung like balloons full of water from her bra.

His prick bubbled, spit, fizzed, and squished juicy hunks of cum. A hot gob hit her tit above the nipple, dripped down and finally hung like snot from the tip.

She pounded harder on his prick.

"Do it, Nancy! That's the way, darling!" Mr. Milton babbled. "Do it like that! Pump my prick! Good, honey, real good!"

"I'm masturbatin' your boner, sir... And it's so big in my hands! So warm, hot and stuff, you know. And it's squishin' squishin' all that cream!"

"Faster, Nancy! Jerk it faster!"

"Like this then, jerk up and down and stuff!" she gasped, her eyes on his frizzing prick.

"Yes, like that, darling Nancy... Fuck me with your fists! Gimme a good fist-fuck!"

"You gonna get that feelin' like I got a few minutes ago?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, yes... pump me!"

"I'm doin' the best I know how. I never masturbated a prick before."

"You're doin' it! You're masturbatin' my prick better than anyone's ever masturbated it, Nancy! Don't stop!"

"Just jerk on it real fast and stuff?"

"Yessssss!"

"Oh, shit! You're shootin' sir!"

He came. His prick unleashed a furious load of cream that jetted out of his cock-slit and drenched Nancy's skirt, her belly, her tits. Half the huge, gushing explosion hit the front of her blue cheerleading skirt, all over her inverted white pleats.

"Oh, gosh! Jeez!" Nancy gulped, pumping as fast as she could on his spurting prickstick.

"Ohhhhhh, honey!" he moaned. "Oh, Nannnnnceceeeee!"

"You feelin' it?"

"Yes, yes... ohhhhhh, yes, baby!"

When he finally stopped cumming, Nancy's hands were dripping with cream. She pulled them away from his slick prick and looked at them.

"Whoooooo, jeeeez!" she murmured.

Mr. Milton backed up, caught his balance on the chest of drawers, then trembled and sighed. "Oh, Nancy. I knew when I saw you, the minute I laid eyes on you, that you were an exceptional young lady."

"Well, you shot that stuff all over my skirt too," Nancy said, looking down at her creamy pleats.

"Oh, I love you!"