Brad Logan - The hot and horny schoolgirls

But as Dave struggled to summon the courage to feel her tits, she lifted one of his hands and placed it on her tit.

Dave's fingers fitted themselves to the curve of her firm tit. Her tits were wide and they sagged slightly. But they fit his hand perfectly, and their softness drove him wild!

Having Miss Lange put his hand on her tit made Dave feel like a child. He needed to prove himself a man. So he grabbed her ass and pulled her skirt up to her waist.

"Mmmmmmm!" Miss Lange whimpered in lust.

Dave had her ass bared except for her filmy panties. Holding one of her firm asscheeks, he was barely aware of that flimsy garment. But he wanted to feel her bare flesh. So he crammed his hand under the elastic waistband of her undies and filled his hand with her smooth skin!

Having his hand on Miss Lange's ass drove her wild. She kissed him harder, pressed her cunt more firmly against his belly, and lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip.

Dave was amazed and thrilled at the way his teacher was acting. The way she had her leg around his hip as she clung to him was a new experience. Also, her crotch was now wide open!

As he massaged her tit, Dave slipped the hand he had on her ass down to her crotch. Below her ass, Dave found an open hole awash with hot, slippery juice – her cunt was ready and waiting!

"Ahhhh!" Miss Lange sighed when Dave ran his fingertips through her tender cunthole.

She lifted her leg higher on his hip, widening her thighs, opening her pussy farther. With his strong middle finger, Dave reached up her flowing pussyhole.

"Ohhhhhh!" the woman cried.

She threw back her head. Her long, brown curls hung down her back.

Dave looked at her tits. Her right tit lay in his grasping hand. Her left tit strained against her salmon-colored blouse and her nipple bulging against the material. Although buttons were holding her blouse closed, with her back arched as it was, her blouse was about to pop open. In the opened gaps between the buttons, Dave could see the valley between her tits.

He moved the hand from her tit and began opening the buttons. Then he drew the edges of her blouse away from her tits.

Miss Lange's tits were gorgeous. Rather than the firm, young tits he was used to, hers were softer. Her nipples pointed straight ahead.

"You're beautiful!" Dave gasped as he studied her tits.

Miss Lange was wiggling her hips, grinding her cunt on Dave's finger. The motion showed in her tits, making them wave like a gentle surf.

Lowering his head, Dave was able to reach her tits with his mouth, but he had to let her lean back away from him. He held her with the hand he had at her crotch and the other hand which he put behind the small of her back. And she clung to him, her hands behind his neck.

Kissing her nipples and fingering her pussy made Dave pant. He liked having her hanging from his body. But he wouldn't be able to support her like this for long. So he stepped forward, bringing her ass to the edge of her desk. He laid her down and lowered himself on top of her without taking his hand from her cunt or his face from her tits.

Lying on her back, Miss Lange began writhing uncontrollably. Dave's thighs were lying uncomfortably on the edge of the desk. At first, he tried to climb up on the desk. But he couldn't do that, though, because Miss Lange's ass was in the way. Dave had to let go of her and get his feet back on the floor.

Dave stood at the end of the desk, looking at his English teacher. Her tits lay spread out on her chest, her thighs were spread, her panties pulled down over one asscheek and loose at her crotch. The sight paralyzed the boy with passion. But only momentarily.

Dave reached for her panties and pulled them down. But they got caught on her garters. Dave had never experienced a contraption like that before. But Miss Lange came to the rescue. Sitting up, she unfastened the garters from the tops of her stockings. Then she lay back down.

"Go ahead," she said breathlessly. "Pull my panties off!"

Dave did so. Then he gaped at her open pussy. Between her white thighs, her pink cunt mouth lay open. He saw her inner cuntlips stretched wide around her dark pussyhole. Her slot ran down almost to the cleft of her asscheeks and up to the mound of soft, brown curls above.

Miss Lange lifted her head to see what the boy was doing. And when she saw him staring at her cunt, she merely waited for him to get a good look. But she couldn't help writhing, giving his eyes a moving target.

Dave's mouth hung open and he panted with excitement at having this pussy lying open right in front of him. Suddenly, he was overcome by a desire to stick his face between his teacher's thighs and kiss her cunt! But would she want him to?

Dave had heard of guys eating pussy, but he never thought he would want to. Now, though, faced with the chance, he found it impossible to resist. Bending over the desk, Dave lowered his head toward Miss Lange's crotch.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed when she realized what he was going to do.

The odor of her pussy reached Dave's nostrils, making them flare and making his mouth water. The heat of her cunt seemed to burn his face.

Before reaching her cunt, Dave turned his face and kissed her thighs. Miss Lange shook at the touch of his lips. Then Dave nestled his nose in her pubic hair and stuck out his tongue.

Miss Lange groaned at the touch of his tongue in the sensitive interior of her cunt.

At first, Dave felt around with his tongue, lightly exploring. He found her clit, making her moan when he licked it. Then he located the source of her flowing cuntjuice, her pussyhole, and he probed it with his out-stretched tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she called in ecstasy.

Dave kept his tongue traveling up and down her cunt. It slid along her writhing cuntlips, dipped into her pussyhole, and took turns around her swollen clit.

"Mmmmmm!" Miss Lange moaned. "Ooooooo!"

Now that Dave knew his way around a pussy, he listened to his teacher's desperate cries. When they became too wanton, he moved his tongue to a different spot in her cunt. He found he could make her howl by putting the tip of his tongue on her clit and wiggling it. But he didn't want to do that long enough to make her come. It would be more fun to keep her going, he thought.

So when her voice rose too high, he took his tongue from her clit and ran it up and down her inner cuntlips a few times. Then he stuck it up her pussyhole and wiggled it there. That made Miss Lange shake crazily, but her voice moaned soft and low.

By this time, his teacher had lifted her legs high into the air. She held onto the sides of her desk as though she was afraid she might fall off. Her back slithered like a snake on the papers that were scattered beneath her.

As he lapped her cunt, Dave's face was being washed with her slippery cuntjuice. When he stuck his tongue up her cunthole, her plump pussylips wet his cheeks. And his nose touched her clit, picking up the moisture of her juice and his own saliva.

Dave looked over her belly to her tits. Between and beyond those quivering tit mounds, he saw her face. Her mouth was opened and her eyes closed. Even if she weren't howling her pleasure, he could read it on her distorted features!

Although Miss Lange's cries rose and fell with the location of Dave's tongue in her cunt, the overall volume was becoming louder. And her writhing and kicking were becoming more violent. It seemed like she was about to come, Dave thought excitedly.

"Fuck me!" Miss Lange screamed suddenly. "Fuck me! Hurry!"

Pushing himself up, Dave stood and grabbed his belt buckle.

"Hurry!" the woman cried as she shook.

As fast as he could, Dave pulled down his pants. He left them lying around his ankles. He climbed on the desk, his prick throbbing.