What Does Mr. Weaver Have In Mind?

With a droplet of cum trying to escape from the corner of her mouth, Diana asks as she licks it up, "Where did you have in mind?"

Keith reaches down, cupping Diana's mound, "How about here, for starters?"

"I'm all yours, Keith." she replies, opening her legs to give him better access. "You want to fuck it first? Or eat it."

Keith licks his lips, offering the horny redhead a seat on his leather couch. Diana sits, scootching her ass to the edge of the seat, opens her legs, cooing, "Desert is served." Now it's Keith's turn to drop to his knees. He starts kissing Diana's thighs, moving ever so slowly up toward her hair covered pussy. Getting wetter with each kiss Diana combs her hands through his hair, applying just enough pressure to let him know she's interested. Finally, with his cheeks against her freckled thighs and his face pressed to her lips, he snakes his tongue out, tasting her sweet young cunt. He moans, feeling his cock revive as he licks his way around her cameltoe.

"You smell so good." he says between licks, now concentrating on her clit.

"You like my perfume?" she teases.

"Mmmm Hmmm!" he moans into her sex

Pulling him closer, pressing his face into her wetness. "You can use it as aftershave."

Keith reaches around her thighs, grabbing Diana's breasts, scrunching them in each hand, eliciting a moan from the teenager. Alternating between doggy kisses on her clit and tongue thrusts into her ever freshening cunt, Keith renews his attack.

Diana squirms, loving the attention he's giving her breasts and pussy. She is so turned on by the teacher, she starts imagining what his cock will feel like once it is stuffed deep inside. "Oh fuck, Mr. We.., I mean Keith ... Your tongue .. feels so good ... make me cum...please."

Thinking, 'I've got her where I want her, begging for it', he releases her left breast, sliding his hand down across her belly as his mouth closes over her hooded clit. Jamming his middle and forefingers into her wetness, he starts churning her tight wet insides. Sucking on her clit, using his teeth to scrape against the sensitive nub. Plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt, gently biting her clit, he asserts himself, letting her know he is in charge.

Diana is pushing her hips off the seat, hungry for an orgasm, moaning and babbling incoherently as she rapidly moves closer and closer. Keith, sensing this starts curling his fingers inside her, scratching at her g-spot.

Hands on the back of Keith's head, Diana's moans get louder and longer, her pleas for release getting more and more urgent. She is sooo close! Keith starts to hum. the vibrations from his lips send Diana over the edge. Her cunt clamps down on Keith's fingers, as her orgasm swallows her entire body. Thrashing in the chair, her hands full of his hair, her thighs clamped around his head, holding him tight as she oozes girl cum. "Oh God! Don't stop! Pleeasse!"

She can't see it but Keith is smiling as he rides out her climax. He's already planning his next move.