Unknown - High School Scandals

Both girls were groaning and panting now, Kathy murmuring soft little words of love, Angel being more violent, more aggressive and demanding. Their asses were surging, and their bellies turning sweaty. Dallas knew the exact moment Angel came, because her pussy contracted madly and her pelvis struck at his teeth.

Face wet with her lubrication, he intensified his fingering of the red-haired cunt, bringing Kathy to a whip lashing orgasm also. She flinched, snapped her thighs shut against his head, and bucked her snatch against his hand when she came.

Slowly, he raised his face from Angel’s steaming pussy, only to insert a finger where his tongue had been, and to move his still hungry mouth up to the second cunt. Dallas damped his lips upon that feathery little slot and began to suck, to pull upon the vibrant clit and to run his tongue in and out.

Below, Angel Matthews ground her tight, sizzling hole upon his finger, rubbing her clitoris across it every time he made a deeply penetrating stroke. Hot and horny, the girls wiggled next to each other, squirmed against Dallas’s mouth and on his hand, churning their way to their second climax in a matter of minutes.

Dallas was having a ball. The girls were frantic, digging his chewing, his handling, and be was almost coming, getting almost as big a kick out of it as they were, but not quite. As they gave little soft screams of completion, he thought there was more to come, that he still had to luck them both.

Eyeing the big man, Dallas figured that Craig Collins was probably just as rough as he looked. Collins looked more like a hardnosed construction worker, or a retired pro bail player, than a man who ran hardware stores. True, the guy was going a little to paunch, and graying in his GI-cropped hair, but Kathy’s father wouldn’t be that easy to run over, Dallas thought, and he didn’t really want to try. But if he had to…

“Why the hell you want to go around looking like some kind of goddamned hippie?” Collins asked, jaw thrust out. “I checked on you, Bradburn. You were a Marine in Vietnam-a Marine. That don’t make you a draft dodger or objector, and you got an education. So how come you don’t see the light and cut out all this crap about how hair is a sign of freedom? Freedom, shit. Hair don’t do anything but make you hairy and dirty looking.”

Dallas said, “Why let it bug you, then?”

Collins slammed a big, red fist on his desk top. “Because I got responsibilities to my community, and to my own kid, by damn! To all the other kids that your crazy kind of thinking can screw up. And if that bugs me, mister-I’m going to bug the hell out of you about it.”

The office was cluttered, invoices and bills of lading piled upon the desk, other papers filed in an overflowing cabinet. But Coffins had asked Dallas to sit down, hadn’t tried to keep him standing like a schoolboy. Dallas saw the choleric shade of the man’s face, the determined set of his jaw, and wondered how the hell he could have begotten such a squirmy, hot-assed little package of beauty and brains as Kathy. Maybe there was a lot to Collins that didn’t show on the surface.

Dallas blinked or maybe it did show, and he had been just too blind too see it.

Did Collins “protest too much?” Was the man using a Pavlovian reaction of establishment respectability against a subconscious desire to be free of restrictions himself?

Collins said, “Well, damnit?”

“No way,” Dallas answered. “I don’t cut my hair and shave my moustache-and I don’t resign. Fire me, if you want me out.”

Collins’s heavy brows drew down. “So you can sit on your ass for six or eight months, doing nothing but waiting for the court to bring up your case? So you can maybe collect damages and back pay, too? Shit, mister; I’m smarter than that. But maybe I’m dumb, too. Because I just can’t figure why you’re doing this.”

Shrugging, Dallas said, “I really don’t know. I might have gotten tired of looking exactly like every other teacher, or it might be I need to identify with the kids more, so I can better reach them. Whichever, it’s my business, not the school-board’s.”

Collins said, “I don’t see it that way. Okay, mister; you won’t quit and we can’t fire you-not without a lot of bad publicity for our town. But maybe we can make you see the light.”

Dallas stood up. “Kingston tried that, with Coach Parnell.”

“Yeah,” Collins said, pulling open his desk drawer to take out a heavy cigar.

He bit the end off it and spit it out in the general direction of his wastebasket. “I heard about that. Parnell is an amateur. I’m a businessman, Bradburn. When I hire somebody, he’s a professional. Or I do the job myself.”

“Either way,” Dallas said, and walked out of the office with a coolness he didn’t feel. Collins was a hard man, and would do hard things. He’d seen sergeants like that, in Nam, guys who would tough it out against any odds, whether they were right or wrong. Maybe they got other guys killed because of their blind stubbornness, and maybe they steamrolled over the enemy. They just kept going, until something stopped them.

On the street, Dallas walked down the block and waited for the light to change.

He saw a black girl across the street, but it wasn’t Angel too thin and tall, older. Kids came eddying along the corner like colorful whirlpools, and Kathy wasn’t among them. The “Walk” sign went on and he crossed the intersection, pushing Craig Collins farther down in his mind and bringing Kathy Collins to the forefront instead. Kathy and Angel, that was; the girls seemed to tit together now, to be each a vital part of the other, as they were both important cogs in his own life.

Damn-that had been the wildest scene last night.Walking slowly now, he approached, the side-street where his VW was parked, thinking of the triad they had made, the three-sided triangle with all soft and giving corners After he had gone down on both hotly dripping cunts, after he had finger-fucked both those savory and perfumed pussys, Dallas had carefully put his aching cock into the black, curly-haired snatch, the juicy and slightly gaping slot that was Angel’s.

And his own, as his stiff prick slid forcefully into the beautiful cunt where some of his own semen still remained, that he hadn’t drawn out when he’d sucked the slippery lips and gnawed tenderly upon the thrumming clitoris. Angers cunt was not only hers, but his now, to do with as he pleased-to eat or finger or screw, and he was covering all the possibilities.

Yet, as he thrust his cock full length into the tight little cavern, there above him, touching his belly as he drove home his shaft, was the other pussy, glistening with droplets of love oils, its deep red hair fleecy and curly. His balls came to rest in the crack of Angel’s black velvet ass, and his belly ground into the palpitating cunt lips of Kathy Collins.

So he took only three long and reaching strokes into the black girl’s clenching pussy, then pulled out and set the greasy head of his prick against the beckoning labia above. In he pushed, sliding easily now because his cock was buttered by another snatch. This time, when he had it rammed to the hilt, his balls hung down against the shaggy-mound of Angel’s cunt.

Fucking slowly, although every cell in his aroused body cried out for him slam it deep and quickly into the hot little nest, Dallas fed the meat to Kathy stroking in and out. Pausing to catch his breath and to let the crazy wet sensations settle down, he eased his rod out of the girl’s clinging box.

“Oh darling,” Kathy sighed, “please hurry back.”

Dallas shoved it into Angel’s blackly glistening pussy, burying the head into the greasy lips and sliding it all the way to his balls. Three strokes, four, with the girl squirming like mad, and he had to pull his shaft swiftly out, or come before he was ready.