Unknown - High School Scandals

Angel climbed slowly off him. Her eyes found his own when they opened, and locked gazes with him as she smiled fondly “Mr. Bradburn-you can sure screw.”

He said, “Oh come, now; I think you know me well enough to call me Dallas.”

The girls laughed, and he sat up, propping himself on one elbow, looking down with surprise at his still hard cock. It was the newness, he thought, the constantly changing sex scene that kept him ready. Of course, he wasn’t old; at thirty he should be just coming into his physical prime.

But he might never have reached that sensuous maturity if it hadn’t been for lovely Kathy Collins-and now, the equally beautiful and youthful Angel Matthews. He might have gone on going more and more into his shell, spending fewer and fewer Saturday nights with Selena Johnstone, teacher at large, diagnostician in bed.

“Want another beer?” Kathy asked, climbing up to stand proudly unashamed in her polished nudity. “You look like you could use one.”

“Or more,” Dallas agreed, and as he got to his own feet, he reached to touch Angel’s hand. “Thank you, Angel. You are really an exceptional girl.”

Her sloe eyes were dark and warm. “Don’t thank me, man. I got as much as you did out of our screwing. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t fuck you, teach.”

He stared at her. “That’s true, isn’t it? Right up front. I have a lot to learn about the new mores, but I have two beautiful teachers-if they’ll be patient with me.”

“Take your time,” Kathy said, handing him an opened can of beer. “Like I said-we like it slow and easy, and we still have a couple of hours.” He swallowed cold and reviving beer. “Where are you supposed to be tonight? I’m surprised that your father doesn’t check up on you more.”

She passed a can of beer to Angel, and lifted her own in a mock salute. “Oh, he does. But I always cover my trail pretty good. You know, I wish I could afford to be honest with my dad, but no way. He thinks I have to do it all his way, straight and uptight and mad at the whole world most of the time.”

“True” Angel grimaced. “My daddy split, but my mom is just as bad. And you, teach-you got the whole school board, the principal, and Kathy’s old man.”

Finishing his beer, Dallas said, “But I have his daughter, too-which more than makes up for any headaches Mr. Craig Collins gives me.”

“Right on, man,” Angel said. “You hang in there and fight the bastards, Mr.

Bradburn-Dallas, that is. And if you need any help, you yell for it. The kids will think of something-like a strike, maybe, or pickets, or setting the damned school on fire, if we have to.”

He shook his head. “Let’s not go that far, Angel, I appreciate your wanting to help, but…”

“Hey, Kathy said. “A couple of hours can sure get wasted this way. We came here to swing, didn’t we? Then let’s get hack to the main idea. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to fuck some more.”

“I’m recovering from my temporary weakness,” Dallas said. “Whatever you girls have in mind.

They had plenty in mind, he discovered. Back on the floor, he was soon writhing and going stiff in the shaft. The kids were playing oral games with his prick, bumping their noses and giggling as they both worked over his rod with kissing lips and teasing tongues and now and then, a gentle nip from their teeth. It was a lot to handle, and if he hadn’t so recently ejaculated, he would have fired off before they got halfway through their game.

As it was, he had to fight back the inclination to grab one of the heads and hammer home his prick, shoving it halfway down one of their throats and he didn’t much care which one. Dallas looked down at them, at the midnight color of the afro hairdo, at the gleaming red hair of the other girl; he saw their tongues flicking over his cockhead, saw their tongues at times caressing each other.

Something new, he thought dazedly; could these two sweet young girls also be involved with each other-sexually, that was? They were so feminine, so utterly womanly, he found it difficult to believe. Still, Dallas admitted silently, there was much he didn’t know about women. He’d proved that by losing a wife, hadn’t he?

They murmured something and lifted their young faces from his now throbbing prick. “That ought to get you turned on, darling,” Kathy said. “Now you’ll have to-do something about it.”

Giggling again, they squirmed themselves around into a new position, and Dallas blinked when he saw it. The girls lay one atop the other, the black one on the bottom, since she was larger. Kathy was on top, her svelte ass pressing into Angel’s groin, her tits cupped lightly by Angel’s hands. Their cunts beckoned him, gleamed entrancingly up at Dallas as he moved to crouch between the out flung legs-all four of them. He saw the two pussy’s one furry black, one feathery scarlet, saw the alluring slits of the cunts themselves.

“Just take turns in our cunts,” Angel said, fondling the other girl’s lovely fits. “You do it any way you want-and it might be a real kick if you swung both ways, like with your mouth and your prick, man.”

In answer, Dallas’s cock vibrated. It was a hell of an idea, a real challenge, and he reached out to caress the girls as he debated where he was going to start. He ran his fingers tantalizingly over Kathy’s trembling belly, feeling the smooth perfection of the pale skin, knowing the kiss of her humid cunt hairs, and dipping one tip into the slick fascination of her labia.

Then he reached below to feel Angel, to take time and dedicated interest in handling her thighs, feeling the shape of her ass cheeks. Prodding delicately into the juicy cunt lips, Dallas stroked them and fondled them, watching the girl’s crotch start, to move in short, sensuous arcs.

The fluffy-wiry hair tingled against his palm, and he used his other hand to cup Kathy’s pussy also.

Now he had a double handful of cunts-both soft and hot, both young and sexily appealing, two slits that were dripping with urgent need. Although he had just sucked one of them and fucked the other, they were both ready to go again.

Well, so was he, and Dallas hunkered down to press his cheek to the top snatch, to Kathy Collins’ delectable vulva.

The position placed his lips against the furry slot that belonged to Angel Matthews, and he was conscious of the musk that rose from it.

The odor was stimulating, attractive, and his prick bobbed in response, as if the girl was a bitch in heat and he was a big he-dog with a bone on. Dallas licked the delicate pussy lips, rubbing his tongue along the crisp hairs, pushing its tip across the slippery hot labia.

He had to turn his face straight on, in order to use his mouth and tongue properly, and this move pushed his forehead against Kathy’s throbbing snatch.

She wiggled and moaned softly, rolling her ass and massaging her pussy across his forehead. Dallas shoved his tongue deep into Angel’s quaking young cunt.

She arched her back and hiked the girl she was holding, making Kathy bounce a little. Dallas was crowded some by the four spread thighs, and had a difficult time using his hands to suit himself. But he soon gave up trying to divide his caresses, and spread them out, petting whichever thigh was nearest, cuddling any ass cheek, nuzzling into both cunts with equal fervor.

He pulled on Angel’s expanded clit, and the black girl heaved spasmodically, crying out: “Oh shit! Oh wow. Teach baby-you’re freaking me out-yeah, yeah-that’s it, baby! Eat my cunt out.”

Working frantically into her shuddering pussy, Dallas reached up and slid a finger into Kathy’s hot snatch, wiggling it back and forth across her clitoris, finger-fucking her while he sucked off her girlfriend. He was snuffling into those juicy cunts like a hungry, horny dog, and loving every second of it.