“Yes,” she whispered, and went tippytoe when be lifted her toward him, to help him get her set above the upright pole of his distended prick. “Yes, teacher darling, It’s Kathy. Now fuck me; fuck me hard and strong and deep. I want you so much, I’m freaking out.”

He smelled her youthful freshness, the aroma of new womanhood and the musky perfume she used sparingly. Though his eyes were straining in the blackness of the big room, he couldn’t see her. She was stamped upon him mind, though, a vision of beauty only sixteen years old, sleek and graceful, her purple eyes beckoning in a piquant face set off by an elfin scattering of freckles and hair of a chestnut richness.

Kathy Collins was slim as a willow reed, but her tits were proud and earned high; she was five feet, five inches tall and weighed exactly 93 pounds; he had seen her statistics on the gym charts. What the charts couldn’t carry was the torrid appeal of the girl, the sensuous walk and the damply red allure of her mouth. And now she was here, naked, asking him to fuck her.

She was here, settling her luxuriously haired young emit down gently upon the head of his prick. The lips of that pussy were wet with her lubrication, slicked by her desire, impossibly soft and thrilling. Schoolgirl cunt, teenage pussy, she let her knees sag, and her weight came gently down. Dallas balanced her by holding her waist.

“You’re going into me,” she murmured. “Your big, adorable cock is sliding up into my hot pussy, teacher darling. Oh-oooh! I love it darling, love it!”

He loved it, too. The feel of her wet satin cunt closing around the probing knob of his cock was fantastic, so tight and hot She was slippery with her inner juices, and the little girl narrowness of her sheath gripped his shaft as he stroked it home. Up it went into her slim body, up into the greasy snugness of her clenching pussy, until her hairy crotch came own to nestle against the root of his prick, the delicate shapings of her ass cheeks touching lightly against his balls.