Brad Logan - The hot and horny schoolgirls

"It won't do you much good," she said. "I'm moving to California. My old boy friend called and asked me to come out and stay with him."

So they said good-bye.

Bill and Dave looked at each other after Beverly's car had driven out of sight. They both wore goofy smiles, as though they still couldn't believe their luck.

Dave still visited Sally on weekends. So he was managing to keep his lust under control. The lucky fucks with Beverly were like icing on the cake. But Dave wanted to make it with some of the sharp chicks he saw at school.

A few months had passed, and Dave had made some acquaintances. But he still felt like a stranger at Jones High.

Fortunately, he liked school. He worked hard and got good grades. His teachers were nice, too.

He especially liked Mr. Franklin, his science teacher who loved to do experiments. Most of his experiments consisted of burning things or blowing things up. So his class was fun.

Dave also liked English. Grammar had always been easy for him, and he liked to read. But he liked English, also, because Miss Lange was such a beautiful teacher. Dave stared at her during class, even if he wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.

She was dark and very pretty. Her tits, although not very big, were beautifully shaped. Sometimes her nipples became erect and made bumps on her blouse. Then Dave would sit with his prick throbbing, imagining what it would be like to suck her tits.

Besides her tits, Miss Lange's ass was a marvel of feminine construction. She wore tight skirts which clung to her firm asscheeks, and she walked with a wiggle that drove Dave crazy.

So any view of Miss Lange was a treat for a horny kid like Dave.

One day in English class, when Dave was bored with the discussion of past participles, he let his mind wander. Naturally, it wandered to fantasies of fucking his teacher.

He looked at her tits, but his mind erased her clothing. He dreamed of resting his face on her naked tits while she stroked his head. Then he thought of her cunt. A woman like Miss Lange would have a sweet cunt, he knew, and he imagined himself wrapping his hand around it while it leaked hot juice.

Then he pictured himself lying on top of her, slipping his prick up her pussy. He could see her pretty face, contorted with lust, staring up at him.

Dave was practically drooling right there in English class. He had never let his sexy daydreams carry him away so completely. He was so far gone he didn't even realize Miss Lange was calling his name.

"Dave!" she repeated loudly.

Still, he didn't hear her. But he noticed that she was looking at him with a queer expression on her face.

"Dave!" she said again. "Wake up! Your eyes are open, but I'm not sure where your brain is."

"Oh, what?" Dave said dumbly, his face flushing.

The class laughed. Dave was embarrassed, thinking everyone knew exactly what his thoughts were.

"Well, what is the past participle of swim?" she asked.

In his embarrassment, Dave's mind was a blank.

"Swim?" he repeated. "Uh, what about it?"

The class roared with laughter. Miss Lange looked away from Dave and called on another student. Dave was humiliated and angry. That was the last time he would dream of fucking that bitch, he told himself.

When the bell rang and the kids were filing out of class, Miss Lange called to Dave. He went to her desk.

"Dave, you'd better come in to see me after school," she said. "We've got to have a talk."

Dave didn't know what to make of this. She couldn't complain about his work – until today he had always known the answer to any question she put to him. So Dave found himself continuing to daydream about Miss Lange for the rest of the day. Now he imagined fucking her right on her desk after school.

By the time the final bell rang, Dave was nervous and horny. He didn't really think Miss Lange was interested in him sexually, but he couldn't help fantasizing.

As he walked into her class, his prick was at half-mast. It would have been fully inflated if he didn't think there was some slight chance that she wanted to fuck him. It was possible, after all. He'd heard of teachers fucking their students. So he was nervous enough to keep his prick soft so it wouldn't bulge in his pants.

There was no one else in the room. He'd never been alone with her before, and he found it exciting.

"Have a seat, Dave. I'll be right with you."

Dave sat in the front row, as close to her as he could. She was correcting papers while he waited.

Normally, Dave sat near the rear. Being so close to Miss Lange made his prick harder, but the thought of her scolding him for daydreaming in class made his cock shrink.

Finally, she looked up at him. "What happened today? You looked hypnotized. Is anything the matter?"

"No," Dave said.

"You're one of my best students. I'd hate to think you were bored in my class."

"I wasn't bored, honest," Dave said. "I was just daydreaming. Sometimes my mind wanders. I can't help it."

"What do you daydream about?" Miss Lange asked.

"I don't know. A lot of things, I guess," Dave said, but his face blushed, telling the real story.

Miss Lange got up and came from behind her desk. She stood in front of Dave, then sat down on top of her desk looking down at him. As she sat on the edge of the desk, her skirt rose over her knees. Dave couldn't help dropping his eyes to the tops of her stockings which he saw under the hem of her skirt. His head was swimming with lust!

Dave forced himself to look up from Miss Lange's thighs. Looking back up at her face now, he saw a new expression there – not the sort of expression one would expect on his English teacher's face!

Then she slipped off the desk and went to the door. Dave's eyes followed her wagging ass. But when she locked the door, Dave looked up at the ceiling. She strolled back and sat on the edge of her desk again, this time letting her skirt rise up even higher on her thighs.

Dave wiggled in his seat. He wished he knew what Miss Lange was up to – he couldn't believe she was actually going to seduce him. Meanwhile, she merely sat above him, looking down with a smile on her face.

Dave's eyes dropped to her tits, then down to her thighs again. Now he could see the creamy flesh over the tops of her black stockings. He even could see the white crotch of her panties, a sight that made him gasp.

Miss Lange rose slowly and held out her hands. Dave looked at them, not believing she was holding them out to him. After a few seconds, though, he was convinced that that was what she was doing. So he took her hands in his. She pulled him to his feet.

Sweat broke out on Dave's forehead. His heart pounded and his prick swelled, but he still didn't believe Miss Lange was actually going to fuck him. It was too incredible!

But as she pulled him to her, closed her eyes and cocked her head to one side, Dave knew she wanted him to kiss her.

His lips met hers. Her firm tits rested against his chest.

They kissed gently at first, but when Miss Lange opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, Dave met her tongue with his own. Then they pressed their mouths together as tightly as they could as their saliva mingled.

There was something about the way Miss Lange kissed him that was different from the other girls he'd kissed. Her tongue twisted around in his mouth. And the way she crushed her tits and cuntmound against him was the same as the way Sally had. Yet there was something more exciting about kissing Miss Lange!

Dave longed to grab one of her tits. He'd stared hungrily at her beautiful tits during English class, imagining holding them, sucking them. But now that he had the chance, he found he was afraid – she was his teacher, after all.