Brad Logan - The hot and horny schoolgirls

Miss Lange grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her. Her legs gripped his hips as she reached up for his prick with her cunt.

Dave reached for his cock, aimed, then slid it home!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Miss Lange moaned.

With his prick sunk to the hilt in her pussy, Dave held it still as it twitched. With each twitch, Miss Lange cried out. Then Dave began fucking.

The thrill of her hot cunt lining sliding over his hard cock filled Dave with joy. Nothing could take the place of a hot, wet clit, he knew.

Miss Lange's writhing turned to mad thrusts as she jerked her hips convulsively. Her clit tugged at the boy's cock, the muscles in her pussy spasming.

Dave was amazed at her strength as she gave him a wild ride.

"Eeeeeee!" she wailed.

His tongue had brought her to the verge of coming. So as soon as his big cock invaded her pussy, her climax was triggered. Now it raged like a storm!

Dave's first taste of her hot cunt had brought him to a pinnacle of lust. And now that his prick was plunging in Miss Lange's cunt, Dave was taking off toward his own orgasm.

"Uh! Uh!" he groaned as his jism began flowing.

He couldn't keep up with his teacher's frantic fucking. So he merely lay on top of her, letting her cunt ride up and down on his cock. But now that he was shooting, he jerked his hips in a flurry of I motion. They didn't move in rhythm, but both of their desperate pumping combined in a quaking, crashing confusion of fucking energy!

Together, their pleasure added up to an incredible sum of sexual bliss!

Slowly, very slowly, Miss Lange slowed her hip thrusts. Her body began to relax. By this time, Dave had shot his last bullet of jism, and he lay limp on top of her.

"Oh, Dave!" she gasped. "Where did you learn to eat a pussy like that? It was wonderful!"

Dave felt proud of himself. Having a chick like Miss Lange compliment his cunt-lapping must really mean he was good. She would know what she was talking about.

"I knew you would be a great fuck," she said as she breathed hard beneath him. "And I was right!"

They lay like that for a long time. But Miss Lange had to get up and catch the jism oozing from her cunt. So Dave climbed off and enjoyed the view of her naked body again.

He was disappointed to see her cunt disappear as she pulled up her panties. Then he said good-bye to her tits as she buttoned her blouse. Dave pulled up his pants, tucking his sticky prick away.

"Now do you think that you'll be able to pay attention in class?" Miss Lange asked. "Now that your daydreams have come true?"

Dave smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I'll see you in class tomorrow," Miss Lange said, dismissing the boy.

Dave went home in a trance. Fucking his teacher on her desk had been just what he'd been fantasizing about that day. If his fantasies were going to come true, he should start having more of them!

The next day in class was the same as others, though. If anything, Dave had a harder time concentrating on grammar. Looking at Miss Lange and her desk, where he had fucked her, kept Dave thinking about his after school bliss.

But Miss Lange didn't treat him any differently. She called on him to answer a question, her eyes as cool and level as ever. Dave barely managed to croak out the answer since he was reliving in his mind the fucking they'd done. He could still taste her juicy cunt!

There was only one answer to his problems – find a chick here at Jones High.

Maybe he'd been going about it wrong, he thought. Rather than wait to get friendly with a chick, why didn't he merely call up one of the girls in his class and ask her out?

Dave decided on Joyce, a girl in his math class. He'd talked to her a few times when they met in the hall on their way to class. She was pretty and stacked. And her tight sweaters gave him the notion she might be willing to fuck.

So that evening he looked up her number and called her. He asked her out for Friday evening. That way, if she refused to satisfy his lust, he could take it out on Sally's cunt the next day.

"I'm going to a party Friday," Joyce said. "But you could come to the party too, if you'd like."

"Sure, that'll be great," Dave said.

If this party was going to be like the ones he went to before moving, he would get a chance to fuck Joyce. And if it wasn't that sort of party, he would at least get to meet some other chicks.

Dave felt that he was going to find his place in the Jones High social order. He rode his bike to Joyce's house. Her parents were going to drive then to the party.

Joyce looked nice in her party dress. It was low cut and showed off her firm tits. Her brown, slightly frizzy hair hung to her shoulders, and a pendant bounced in the valley between her tits. All in all, she was a sexy image of young girlhood. Except for the way her glasses made her eyes seem overly large, she was quite pretty.

She introduced Dave to her parents. They were dressed up, too.

"The Bocks throw some pretty wild parties," Mr. Clark, Joyce's father, said. "I want you kids to have a good time, but don't let Joe talk you into taking any drinks."

Dave suddenly realized that this party was at a friend of the family. He wasn't going out with Joyce. He was going out with her whole damn family! What had he gotten himself into? He cursed himself for asking her out in the first place. Girls with thick glasses always turn out to be nerds.

But it was too late to back out now. So Dave steeled himself for a boring evening.

When they got to the Bocks, Dave was surprised to hear rock music coming from the party. Maybe there would be some young people there after all. But when they entered, Dave found that Joyce and he were the only teenagers there. Everybody else was his parents' age.

Dave hated not knowing anyone. So, in spite of what Mr. Clark said about drinking, he went to the bar and poured himself a ginger ale and diluted it with plenty of bourbon.

As he cruised around, several people stopped him to talk. They weren't a bad bunch, Dave decided. But he would rather be in a group of kids necking and drinking beer. And, of course, he would rather be fucking Joyce.

It was a huge party. There was dancing in one room, talking in another, and the Bocks had a pool, around which people stood munching snacks.

After a few drinks, Dave was having a pretty good time. Some of these older people were nice and they knew some very funny stories.

"Were've you been?" Joyce said as she came up to Dave out by the pool.

"Oh, I've been mingling," Dave said. "This is a pretty good party, you know?"

"I'm glad you're having a good time," Joyce said. "I was afraid you got the wrong idea when you accepted my invitation. I guess I didn't tell you this was going to be a party of my parents' friends."

"That's all right," Dave said. "As long as I get to spend the evening with you."

He knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but the bourbon was going to his head.

"They have a nice house here," Dave said. "Let's see what's over there."

He led Joyce around the side of the house into a nice garden. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so he put his arm around her.

"Aren't those azaleas beaut…"

But her words were gagged by Dave's mouth as he kissed her. She was startled, but she let her mouth open and she welcomed Dave's tongue. But when he lifted his hand to her tit, Joyce wiggled out of the embrace.

"Don't, Dave!" she gasped. "Someone will see us!"

"No they won't," he said. "Besides, most of them are too drunk to notice."

"I don't care!" Joyce said. "I'm going back inside."

She left him there, his prick hard and his lust still rising.

"Too bad," a voice said from the darkness. Dave spun around. A woman strolled toward him. She was short and had monumental tits. Dave had noticed her before because of her gigantic tits.